Sutomu Yagiri stood, still in his disguise, as he supervised the transfer of the supplies of the dead samurai before him onto the transport they had secured. He didn't mind the actual tactics used to make the assault on the unsuspecting rivals, after all, his own personal style of swordsmanship revolved around sudden, precise attacks in one fell motion. And this kind of ambush was the best plan for evading attention to his clan, as well as securing the supplies that these men and been escorting. He was moving between corpses, checking to make sure they were indeed dead, and a quick drawing slash ensuring that they were indeed dead, and would remain so. Making sure his blade remained clean, and hidden from sight otherwise, he hastened the warriors he was assigned for this task, the longer they were out here working, the more likely someone would stumble upon the situation. He didn't feel like making more problems with additional corpses, or potential witnesses. Both of these things would be unwise and would not work in the long or short run of things, so he could not waste time with pleasantries or respect for the dead, as it were. It wouldn't take much longer to get the supplies underway, firmly under the control of the disguised Sutomu warriors, led by a rather surprising figure, if one would discover his identity. 

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Hideaki Shouta had followed the other Kabuki-Mono to the market district, with the plan to extort and intimidate the various merchants there, and while his compatriots were busy doing just that, he figured that his own Yumi would be more useful from a vantage point. He let himself into a building that overlooked the market, heading for the top of the building and finding himself a nice, reliable vantage point over the whole market, and as he watched the confrontation unfold, readied his Yumi, resting an arrow against the string of the weapon, ready to be drawn back and released without a moments hesitation, his aim already steadied on the one yelling and demanding the others surrender. Loud, noble, honorable, and a brazen target, Shouta suspected he could make a target like that in a gale, let alone a calm day such as this. But he did not let loose yet, scanning between the opposing samurai and the boisterous one, if things came to violence, one of them would find an arrow in a rather inconvenient, and most likely lethal, location.