... Between being eaten and finding underwear in the kitchen again, I believe it's about time I move out. That is, unless I make room in this place through other, messier means.
This place smells different, does it not? Even the water has a taint to it unlike the streets of Edo.
But, there are familiar traces in the air, the scents of ones so strong I would not forget so easily. His old friends, former samurai. It seems as if my blade didn't pierce deep enough last time.