"Hello, Mr. Blind Monk… or is it Jiro?"
Blind Monk or rather, Jiro's face hardened at the exposure of his name.
He already had speculations of this happening, the client knowing of him, yet it still came as a hard pill to swallow as he now remained, kneeling on the ground.
Jiro's eyes looked sharply at the tall person who seemed like someone that could kill Bone Man easily with his bare fists.
Then it subtly went to the mysterious woman beside him. Jiro was somewhat certain that even though the woman looked harmlessly, she rarely could be.
"Don't need to think so much. Get up and sit."
…
I signal Jiro, "Make yourself comfortable."
Jiro looked at me with great caution as he slowly got up. In his hands, the Katana's lay tight, a form of security as he sat right in front of me.
He stayed quiet as I spoke, "I know how bad this situation seems for you, but don't think much of it. I'm not going to harm you or keep you grounded."
