Jinryu looked down to the katana hilt from beneath his jacket, causing him to grin negligently. After pulling out the sheathed katana he stood to full length, six feet and all. "Oh, if you mean this, then you are gravely mistaken. I am no samurai. I have never been." Suddenly thoughts of his father's death seeped into his mind, and in order to keep from seething inwardly at himself, he forced the thought from his mind.
Suddenly, his sense perked up and he remembered that he had better get going if he wanted to beat the sunlight clock. His face was now overshadowed by a grim cloud as he stared, somewhat annoyed, at her. "I am of no importance really. You should leave." He turned away from her and began to walk in the direction of the hillside, iron hatch that led to his abode.