Six years. That was how long Shin had been gone for, and it was to no surprise that many of his clansmen didn't know who he was when he arrived several days ago. His family was in the dark about his return, he wanted no contact with them, especially when he had to focus on his missions. The commotion from outside was starting to disrupt Shin's inner peace, making him almost spill the sake he had just been brought. Had this happened when he was younger, perhaps he would've lost all sense of reason and confronted the individuals causing the disturbance, and likely gotten himself killed in the process. Carefully lifting the mask that hid his face, he brought the dish to his lips and drank it before setting it down on the counter, lowering his mask back into place. He slowly stood from his seat, making his way toward the door several feet away, "Sir, your sake?" the owner asked. Shin stopped for a moment, "Give it to someone else, I won't be returning." he replied before walking out. The first thing he saw were a group of ronin hassling a nearby sake stall to his right; he knew who these scum were, the Kabuki Mono. He heard more of them, it seemed there were also Matsudaira Samurai now getting involved. Shin cursed his luck, it was one thing if it were just the samurai, they were easily dealt with. But the fact the Kabuki Mono were here as well, things were certainly going to get dangerous, and from the looks of the naginata one was wielding, there were going to be casualties. It was here that he spotted the woman behind the samurai, she was giving orders to one of them, and it dawned on him who she must be.

This confrontation meant more than a simple skirmish, if the Kabuki Mono managed to get their hands on the woman, there would be no end to the conflict between the Matsudaira and the Kabuki Mono. It would engulf everything. However, despite this knowledge, Shin had no intention of assisting the clearly outmatched samurai. They were his enemies, and as such, he would leave their fates to the ronin. He turned to look in the other direction, finding his escape route, the crowd of people who were busy going back and forth between shops. With the samurai and ronin distracted, Shin made his way into the crowd, taking care not to bring attention to himself, stopping at one of the untouched stalls. He pretended to be interested in what was for sale, though keeping his eyes on the inevitable conflict that was brewing, he knew Lord Sutomu would want to hear what happened, even if neither the Sutomu or Fuma were involved. Shin knew it was entirely possible that several of his clansmen were already here and watching, after all, it wasn't like he was the only shinobi the Fuma had. He discreetly lifted his hand and slid it into his outfit, his fingers finding a pair of the poison-tipped darts he carried with him. Should his clansmen enter the conflict, he would be ready to assist them.