"It is a black powder made of charcoal, sulfur--" A wince. Rokuro doesn't fully understand the science behind gunpowder, and attempting to recall information with a pounding headache is an entirely unpleasant process.

"Perhaps we can discuss the intricacies and gunpowder and explosives later, when we have more time and space to do so." That said, he will roll onto his side to look at the Sheikah Slate, the pain is worth satisfying his curiousity. After discovering the wonder that is the 'modern tablet', Rokuro has taken a new interest in foreign technology.

"The closest we have to such things where I am from are scrying mirrors. They do not tell the time or weather. It is a much less... accurate form of divination."