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Rokuto couldn't help but scowl at the scene before him. It was good to see that he wasn't needed, but these shopkeepers had far too much drama surrounding them for a group of people who were nearly mauled by a giant feline. Nice to see even Saffron was full of idiots hellbent on dying for their pointless principles just like everywhere else. He'd have to give that Cinnabar samurai his gratitude at the castle later when he wasn't in character. Sanctimonious as she was, she salvaged the situation expertly. At least the craftsman's nephew wasn't injured; being skewered on a persian's claw would definitely delay Rokuto's order, and he wasn't so heartless to haggle for a refund with a mortally wounded man or his bereaved uncle.

Though he would've liked to stay around and ensure the gate's security while the guardsmen scrambled around to address the fallout of their alpha Pokemon blunder, with everyone dispersing, it was probably prudent to leave before he caught any eyes. Besides, he had a hungry venonat to attend to. Rokuto shot an unamused glance down to the bug-type at his foot, who had already tilted his body upward to stare expectantly at its master. Spoiled fuck.

[color=00b33c]"Fine. Let's go,"[/color] He sighed, beckoning his Pokemon as he turned back toward the inn. Poyo bounced after him dutifully as ever, its mandibles clicking out a happy chitter at the prospect of breakfast at last. Despite the lucky fact that he hadn't needed to engage with the persian, that incident had admittedly still soured Rokuto's appetite. He could probably manage to shove down some rice while Poyo gorged itself.

It was a small comfort that no one involved in the attack had returned to the inn - they'd probably do something stupid like want to talk about it with him - and even more surprisingly, that 'Ikoma' actually did save his meal for him. Poyo leapt for his food once or twice, not making much in the way of altitude but still reaching heights sufficient to catch Rokuto's attention - and annoyance.

[color=00b33c]"Down. You make a mess, so we're going outside to eat,"[/color] The boy announced, bowl of rice cupped in one hand and fruit in the other. Once out in front of the inn - and certain no one thought he was stealing bowls or something by walking out - Rokuto gently set the procured fruit on the ground. Poyo wasted no time lifting up his meal with his grubby little paws to rip away the rind and gnaw into the succulent flesh inside, though his master dug his chopsticks into his own breakfast at a languid pace, his eyes drifting about listlessly as if boredly searching for amusement. The reality was quite the opposite; Rokuto could stand to avoid any excitement for at least the next week, but he'd probably have to look into the culprit behind that attack. At least long enough to confirm it really was a freak accident, a mere out of control alpha that strayed too close to the village and got hungry. Though unveiling a puppeteer that manipulated a rampaging Pokemon into breaching Saffron's defenses [i]would[/i] doubtlessly ingratiate him to the Shogun, if it was the cover for an infiltration, they could already be inside the walls. 

That was the possibility that really bothered him.

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