Jiro walked silently down the road, wearing the conical hat he favored. His Kimono was well made, simple in design, but still drawing the eye. It was mostly Red, a dark, deep red, like the Samurai wearing it was covered with blood. Many Hare favored lighter Reds, and Jiro had a more formal kimono in his bag of that color. But this was his favored wear. The Darker Red hid the travails of the road better, but it was more then that. It was more honest. The Hare wore Red for a reason. It was trimmed with White, his clan mon stitched at his breast, and both sleeves.<br/><br/>He looked over at his companion for this trip, Kitsune Rina. The Fox and the Hare were traditional foes, and Jiro shared the evaluation of the clan for the most part. Jiro had enough problems with pranks without the Kitsune’s fondness for levity and tricks. However, Rina had skills he did not, and her presence opened doors to him that would have remained shut otherwise. He expected she evaluated him likewise. He didn’t have delusions that he was the best company. But the two had an amicable relationship, enough so that they had elected to travel to Tsuma together. Jiro paused as he rounded a bend, Tsuma coming into view.<br/><br/>He knew some of who would be his companions. One other Hare, though strangely trained. But his families message had focused on Suzume Chiyu, and her brother. Natsumi was furious, and his father was scheming once more. Unfortunately, Royta’s schemes had caught Jiro.<br/><br/><em>Not yet, they haven’t.</em><br/><br/>But either way, he would have to speak to her about what had happened. The Samurai pushed the hat slightly back, and pick up the pace. No use in putting it off. He looked over toward Rina, nodding slightly.<br/><br/>“You don’t mind if I walk a bit faster, do you, Kitsune-San?”