Almost instinctively, his eyes strayed to the famed Senju: Chokeichi. Like a primordial reaction, he felt something in his blood cringe at the sound of his excessively loud voice. He couldn't imagine why anyone would want to be that loud; it was unsightly and deplorable. But he had to admit that the man was strong; rumors of his strength spread through the Lands like deeply plug roots; stretching out; conquering. 

His bronzed colored brows furrowed just a bit as the other two chimed in. The words they spoke of the Tatasuko was near insulting but he could tell from the tone that they spoke fondly, not hatefully. He turned his head from crowd, from the others. It was his duty as Tsubasa's leader to maintain focus but he had always found that difficult. Since the death of his family, it had become increasingly challenging to remain ground to reality. It had become near-impossible to fence up his daydreams as well. 

He dreamed of a place where his family and he idled their time away, splayed out on a peaceful prairie; listening to the wind carry true and utter bliss through the trees. This was the optimistic vision that he carried in his heart. A place where peace reigned and happiness flourished; or better yet bloomed. For everyone had the potential in their hearts, everyone wanted peace in one form or another. 

He was just open to the truth. 

Peace would not, [i]could[/i] not be created by one man alone. It needed to be heralded by a force of incomprehensible strength, it needed to be carried by something akin to a God. But if that God was an alliance of humans, it still held no hope. They would eventually grow old and somewhere down the line, some greedy ancestor or piece would cripple that alliance; that God of peace. 

Soruko had drew him back to reality and in the process managed to garner a smirk from him. She had always been that way; direct and confrontational. [i]That[/i] kind of behavior would had usually put a up a wall between said person and himself, but he found her way of dealing with the situation chivalrous, tasteful almost. It was deserving of that comment. 

However, Akira and Ori almost had heart attacks. The lumbering man pushed himself off the wall and gawked at the woman in surprise, even Ori had seemed a bit shaken by the outburst. It seemed they had apprehensions about confronting the three at the table. 

“S-Soruko,” stammered the giant, his large hands trembling comically. 

“Soruko's going to get us killed before we even get a chance to pull this off,” whispered Ori, though she smirked towards Soruko with a certain amount of pride. 

“Leader, do something before this gets out of hand,” Akira whispered urgently, his voice being drowned out by Soruko and Kota's small ruckus. “She is with us after all. We can't have the Senju-Senbo alliance and Kota aiming for our throats.” 

Hato blinked and between the folds of his arms, lifted one index finger to hush Akira's worries. As they listened, the conversation turned easy, boarding flirtatious towards the end. “Chokeichi just announced there would be no fighting, Akira. I'm sure that applies to them as well. Besides, now we have a ace. If Kota ever comes up against us,” He leaned in lightly towards Soruko. “We just send our dear Soruko to court him into surrendering,” He jested, the short chords of a hym leaving his lips as he chuckled. 

Ori smirked along with him, Akira simply sulked in his own forgetfulness and leaned up against the wall. 

He had to admit that he was happy that Soruko had tagged along, it would had been a handful for just Ori and Akira to keep him under-wraps should he lose himself in daydreams. It took a woman like Soruko to bring him back down from the clouds. She was direct and had a heavy hand with great knowledge in its palm. She was a great asset to Tsubasa. That much was true.