"They brought in an old friend for this task... A former Onmyouji, who served the Shogun's father, and his father before him. A senile, blind old fellow. Does he sound familiar to you, Yomi? Koizumi? A welcomingly familiar voice echoed from behind the two teenaged Samurai. Kaori froze on the spot for a moment and looked at Yomi with a big smile. "Oh yes... These two youngsters and I have already met, good Shogun."

Kaori span around on her heel to see him approaching, walking stick and all. But it wasn't really a walking stick - that thing hid the old man's katana in it, the top of the staff was actually a hilt, with the blade running into the staff like a sheath. He let Yomi use it to save Kaori from the Yakuza and their worthless guns back in Shizukesa. He was here, after they both saw the dojo destroyed by cannon fire. A miracle, really...