Mount Sagiri.
Kanzaki Kumo had only just arrived when a Nichirin Blade slashed at him from the side.
He easily sidestepped the attack, drawing the Nichirin Blade he carried in the same motion and laying it against his attacker's neck.
In fact, if he had not recognized who it was, he would already have followed through with the cut.
"Urokodaki, is this some new welcoming ritual?"
As he spoke, Kanzaki Kumo sheathed his Nichirin Blade.
Sakonji Urokodaki was astonished by Kanzaki Kumo's strength. As the former Water Hashira, he had not even seen the other man's movements clearly before a blade was at his neck.
But remembering why he had come, Sakonji Urokodaki suppressed his surprise and gave a thoroughly displeased snort.
"Hmph! What did you say to Makomo, boy? That girl has been moping ever since she came back, and no matter how I ask, she won't tell me anything."
Seeing Sakonji Urokodaki acting every bit the protective father, Kanzaki Kumo felt rather guilty.
"I admitted my greed to her and Kanae."
"That's all? I may be old, but my eyes still work. During the months Kanae spent studying a Breathing Style here, I could tell Makomo had already accepted her presence. How could she be moping over that?"
Faced with Sakonji Urokodaki's questioning, Kanzaki Kumo gave a light cough and answered with very little confidence, "Ahem, uh... well... it wasn't just Kanae..."
"Not just..."
Sakonji Urokodaki froze for a moment, not even registering what Kanzaki Kumo meant, but a few seconds later...
"What the ** do you mean? Two girls that wonderful still aren't ** enough, and you want more? I'll ** cut you down, you ** **! *!"
The old man, who was nearing seventy, chased Kanzaki Kumo with his sword while spewing a stream of censored