Toshiro smiled ever so faintly as he examined the rest of the group. The old man - Tetsuo, was it? - was probably going to end up slowing the group down, or then he'd try to chew everyone's ears off with stories about his 'glory days'. Still the old man had an air of experience about him. The Shimazu remarked that he himself was probably going to stick out like a sore thumb from the rest of the group. He adjusted his straw hat a bit and bowed his head slightly to both Tetsuo and Sayuri. "Toshiro of the Shimazu, also as honoured as both of you."

For now being polite and acting a bit absentminded seemed like a good course of action. Perhaps these people would turn out to be good company in the long run and in some way they could aid the Shimazu cause. Toshiro glanced at Tetsuo and spoke in the most polite and calm tone he could muster. "Let us hope that there is no need for that - after all winning a hundred battles is far less of an achievement than subduing the enemy without fighting the same amount of times."