Jenus had been so lost in his own practice that he failed to notice Saturiku had approached him to ask for a sparring match until it was too late, and at that point he had gone to speak with Samsara, who had come into the gardens wearing her own armor, something that he found she did not do often, but had become more common place since Kuro had taken over. When he thought of it, putting his kamas away and drawing his cerno, he realized that Kuro had come from the living area of the dojo with his neck cut ever so slightly with a blade.

This drew a rare smile beneath Jenus's helmet to his face. Samsara may have found a way to make Kuro listen to her, though he would never be sure what the method had been without asking her. Thinking about talking with Samsara at any point reminded him of a time when he had first arrived to the Clan's dojo. She had been the first, besides Master Shinto himself, to acknowledge both his presence and his skill, helping him on several occasions to improve both technique and skill. Jenus would not lie if he were to say she was the only one besides their late master he felt like holding any kind of lengthy conversation with, though that was still rare. Heading for the target range, he looked back briefly before shaking his head. If only she'd been made master in Kuro's place.