“According to Tostig, the first time he ran into you was when you were… ahem… dumping off about twenty thugs at his guard station with Kaoru’s help.” Kerowyn gave Kaoru a measured glance. “I like to hear about it when someone tries to kill a Herald, Kamiya. But as I said, given the circumstances, I know why you didn’t mention it.” And why we’re meeting in here, instead of your dojo. Didn’t want me catching the repairs to your floor, hmm?
:I almost feel sorry for the poor bastards,: Sayvel snickered. :Use that reputation to terrify the local Yamato, then have the real one show up….:
:Served them right.: Though she was careful to keep that thought off her face. If Kenshin was who the evidence said he was, she did not want the man to feel cornered. “The second time,” Kerowyn went on, “was the aftermath of your little visit to the local yakuza.” She narrowed her eyes at Kenshin. “Did you really visit five different houses before you found Kaoru and the boy at Tanishi’s? How in the hells did you get out in one piece?”
“This one’s not a Mindspeaker, to find others by the touch of thoughts alone,” Kenshin shrugged. “And a certain politeness can go a long way.”
Politeness backed up with a trail of unconscious bodies. Tostig reported the local Yamato thugs had been very subdued for the next few days. “And third,” Kerowyn said dryly, “was after you had your… duel… with Companion Sanosuke.”
:That was my fault.: Sanosuke’s mind-voice sounded sheepish as any young Herald-trainee caught doing something painfully stupid in the salle. :One of Tostig’s men – told me a rumor about Kenshin. So I challenged him.: The white head ducked, the scar on his back rippling as he twitched uncomfortably. :I was wrong.:
“You were in pain, and grieving a loss,” Kenshin said gently. “Had I fallen into hands as unfriendly as you found Yamato to be, and been treated the same, I too would have wished to wash away the memory.”
:He says, after kicking my tail over half the riverbank,: Sanosuke shot back.