Rin really did try to understand John, but had no idea half of the words that came out of his mouth. Chinaman? What about birds? Something blue? Giraffes?

"Sir, I have no idea what you just said," Rin responded calmly, stopping about thirty feed from John when he made a motion for his pouch. Rin responded by placing his right hand on the hilt of his sword and drawing the blade quickly. "But I'm going to assume you aren't going to pay the fines based on your reply."

Rin's sword, which had been named Carried by the Wind, was visibly unusual. As soon as Rin had started to pull the blade from the sheath, the blade itself would disappear, converting into a viciously cutting wind in the same shape as the weapon's blade. Once he held it still in front of him, to show John he was taking this seriously, it would reform into the traditional metal blade.

Of course, he would get someone like John who not only sputtered nonsense, which irritated Rin as he found that not speaking clearly and concisely was a waste of time. He didn't like others wasting his time. Coupled with the fact John seemed to have no interest in getting this matter resolved promptly, which not only involved effort, and potential flying, on Rin's part, but also wasted his time further.

"I'd really like to get back to my wife-to-be," Rin added, "So if you could reconsider your response, I'd appreciate moving things along."