Touka sat down too, somewhat warily. Takeshi was younger than she'd expected - not that anyone had told her how old he was or what he looked like. He had the same handsome build as his nephew, but his face was much more worn - and not just because he was older. He had a bit more... depth to his eyes, she thought. "So your brother did come to visit us," she said, looking out over the garden. "Something tells me your nephew would never make the effort to do the same." She patted the sword next to her. "I was supposed to give this to him as a sign of our loyalty - it's one of our blades. But I can't trust him with it. My family can be a blade for the Mitsumine, but only an idiot gives a weapon to a child who won't take care of it." She spat the last with some force.