A man stopped in place, raising an eyebrow at the panicky drunk's screams. "A blade demon?" He asked curiously, a light smile on his face. Shaking his head at that, he kept walking towards the inn, not even paying attention to the attention he was getting in his admittedly feminine kimono. Just before he entered the inn, however, he saw something that made his smile draw thin, as if he was one step away from frowning. After all, isn't it normal to get a little pissed when he sees some guys picking on some kid. The kid was a little girl, one that doesn't seem to have a lot. The fact she was clutching the doll she was carrying for dear life sort of adds to that.<br/>Already making a decision, the man, Mitsuhide, walked over. "There you are, I've been looking all over for you," he said, putting a pleasant smile on his face as he walks past the goons and right up to the little girl. Kneeling down next to her, he offered a smile. "Come on, let's head on home." The girl blinked at him, confused. Why is this lady acting like she knows him? Wait, if she looks a bit more closely, she could tell that the lady is really a man. While she didn't know who this person was, she could tell that he was trying to help her. And with that friendly smile on his face, part of her felt like she could trust him. So, she took the offered hand. Getting up, Mitsuhide started to walk her out of the circle, holding her hand.<br/>"Hey, who do you think you-" The goon who tried to stop them paused mid-sentence, suddenly feeling weak in the knees. In fact, he also felt light headed, right before his eyes rolled back into his head.<br/>The crossdresser smiled as they left the goons behind when they passed out, dropping the killing intent he unleashed on them. "Are you alright?" He asked the little girl. When she meekly nodded, he smiled warmly. "Come on, you look starved. Let's get you something to eat at the inn." With that, he led her into said in... Right as Hiroto started shouting. "Well, that's a thing," he muttered.<br/>---<br/>Elsewhere in the bar, a man wearing a blindfold was quietly sipping his tea in the corner. Honestly, what is with people practically declaring who they are? First there's the person who scared someone so much that they ran out screaming who they are, and now there's this loud boisterous fellow shouting about who he is. Shaking his head, Sven sighed. Hearing the footsteps of a child next to a grown-up's, he took note of the fact that the older one's were lighter, as if they were used to moving about and fighting. Noticing a lack of any jangling that would hint at the presence of a weapon, he mentally labeled him as a martial artist of some sort. At the same time, he labeled this 'Unrelenting Storm' and this 'Blade Demon' as well as he can. Based off of what he's hearing, Hirohito is a walking armory or something, considering how many weapons he's hearing. At least the other one is considerably more tame in what he carries, a pair of katana, not unlike him. So, in the bar, there is a parental martial artist, a loudmouth weapons master (which he's assuming just to be on the safe side), and a short-tempered swordsman. Sadly, he can't tell what the person who just asked from the inn proper what the shouting was about was carrying, if anything. So if it came to a fight and he joined in, the man regarded as 'Thousand Blades' would have no idea what he would bring to the brawl.