Gomenasai…

“I wish I could see it all…”

The blind man picked up his drink once it had arrived to him, sippping gently at it. “You looked like you could use a drink…”

He tapped gently, his prosthetic tinking against the glass. “Your soul. It pleases me.” He softly smiled.

“I don’t see quite like others do…” Hyakkimaru already had his other hand on the hilt of his blade, downing his drink as well. He had no intention of drawing his sword but if need be.

“I see all living creatures for their soul, no matter how large or small.” He turned to face Akiyama, drink still in hand, swirling the ice around inside the glass “Right now to me, you appear to be a white cloud with a humanoid shape. Though everyone is distinguishable.”