"Very well! We shall do as you say, Ito-Hime." Toshiro bowed his head and smiled while he stealthily spat on the ground and controlled his own temper quite amiably. "We'd better be on our way before the wordplay and insults turn in to a real fight." He added as he straightened up to follow after the princess. The Shimazu shook his head slightly and supressed a little chuckle as he wondered who'd be the first one in the group to really lose their temper and do something foolish?

In Toshiro's mind the group still looked very odd - a monk, armed to the teeth, an old man, also armed to the teeth, a young man... Not quite so, but still armed, two women - one of which carried a weapon... Surely there would be no questions asked if they'd stumble upon some people... A little smirk replaced the half smile as Toshiro adjusted his hat slightly. "At the very least this trip will be a memorable one - one I will gladly tell my future grandchildren about."