Harunobu looked around the area curiously, spotting the knives a chuckle reaches his throat before it erupts into a quiet purr of satisfaction. There was some nostalgia there for him. He didn't hear the other spirit, nor could he see the other spirit, Rasifah, as his holder didn't have the appropriate skills to do so. So instead, Harunobu kept an eye out for the purple haired samurai woman, spotting her approaching he nudged Kurotori's ankle and whispered. "Watashitachi no ushiro no murasakiiro no kami." Kurotori looks down to his spirit momentarily and nods. It seemed they were all gathering together at relatively the same time. How convenient.
"The lands of Shima, from the Uekira clan." He stated simply to Aiden, resting his hand upon the hilt of his katana as he heard armoured footsteps behind himself. Not the kind of armour used by townspeople here, either, no. People of The Hub rarely wore armour, so therefore, it had to be someone from his lands, or at least lands with some common sense. He turns, the first thing he noticed was the purple hair. A strange taste. Then the armour, the clothing, the face... An attractive woman, wearing some combat gear. He bows eloquently, allowing his hand to slip off of his katana's handle as it was likely one of their companions. Even if she wasn't, she was just a woman... Yet his lands had legends of legendary battle women.
Finally, the woman greets them and declares her purpose. So she was one of their companions... The Library had an odd sense of humour. Why would they send such an attractive maiden off to this place? Aside from the purple hair, she was obviously from his lands... Why did she abandon her place? Why would she want to be in danger? So many questions flooded his mind, but he kept them back. Yet the indignation didn't leave his eyes; what woman thought herself a warrior, leave alone one from his own lands? The absurd folly... Yet her stance showed she had significant training, so she wouldn't be a dead weight. A little appreciation reaches his eyes as his body relaxes a little. A warrior maiden, perhaps... Still best to keep her away from the front lines, her beauty should not be tarnished. "Ohayō, josei." He bows his head slightly in greeting, and then continues with a stern expression. "You must be Yuzuriha-san, of the Takeru clan." He takes a step to the side, motioning to Aiden. "This is Aiden-san."