When the fox spirit attempted to communicate with Mitsuyo, however, nothing but a slight buzzing sound came through on his end. The man's expression remained mostly friendly, but his eyes hardened and twitched for a moment as he stole a glance at this Ichiru. If the being received telepathic messages, he got a quick and simple warning spoken firmly into his own head for his troubles: "Do not presume intrusions are welcome". The ronin was respectful, slightly superstitious out of habit even, but he had a healthy degree of mistrust for supernatural beings and was not about to let them into his head in any way.

In truth, he had a healthy degree of mistrust about most anyone, which is why unlike most of these people he hid his identity and presented himself as a simple therapist. It was also why, rather than be approached in a vulnerable position, he took his feet when the others began to spread out with the excuse of finally clothing himself. It seemed he had been lumped with a most impolite bunch, starting from the one who had supposedly summoned them all, and most of them far too trusting in such a situation. If these were his allies, he dreaded the future. Still, it was better than nothing considering some of them might prove useful in a fight.

"Well, it is common knowledge the fox is not without his enemies", he said as he adjusted his clothes. "But he situation does not inspire confidence I'm afraid. A ragtag bunch we are, brought here magically and against our will it would seem. How do we know this is not simply a trap?"