He'd vaguely scrubbed at it with a piece of cloth to get off any noticeable bits of grime. Did that count as washing?

If it bothered Rokuro that much, he could always go dunk it in that creek. If there was any water left, now that Rokuro had flung it around everywhere.

"Firearms?" Link says, head tilted to one side at the unfamiliar term. "Like bokoblin skeletal arms? But on fire?" That can't be what Rokuro was talking about, can it? He hasn't seen anyone talking about a weapon like that.