The majority of the water will return to the creek now that Rokuro has relinquished his grasp. Eventually, anyway. He never fully empties whatever reservoir he's drawing from, out of strategy and sympathy. To use all of one's ammunition is foolish, and to thoughtlessly destroy a natural habitat and kill every fish would be cruel, not to mention anger countless spirits.

"Weapons in which gunpowder is used to fire a projectile. I had only ever seen cannons and matchlock rifles before arriving here. To think they have created a weapon more powerful than a dozen canons, and at half the size, is a terrifying thought."

The explosion is still ringing in his ears. Rokuro won't soon forget that sound, or the feeling of his barriers being obliterated as if they were made of decorative paper. His body still hurts, inside and out. Closing his eyes does not alleviate the pain behind his eye, but it does stop it from watering. It will take more than one battle by Link's side for Rokuro to dare shed a tear in his presence.

"You are the first person I have met who is as unfamiliar with this land and its technology as I am. While I would not wish such a thing on anyone, it is... good to know that I am not the only one."