Where have you traveled from, if I may inquire?""I've been all over Terra," Samishii replied with a polite smile, "but I was born in Therrier-Paix, in a small village not unlike this one." His walking stick clacked against the stone road as the trio made their way into the town. "We farmed to support ourselves, much as your people fish. We were very dependent on our produce." He frowned. "A drought once soiled our crop for three whole months. We barely survived. I hope that Yosai's situation is not quite so dire." He reached up to his face, briefly raising his rice hat and running a hand through his hair. Were the girls watching at that moment, they might have been surprised to find that the sweaty locks mopping the wanderer's head were red. Blood red, even.
"I am curious, though," he adjusted his hat, "what are these 'kappa'? Fish with teeth, I imagine?"
As they walked, Samishii gave no indication that he was aware of the presence of the trailing 49ers. His walking stick, however, would make little marks in the patches of grass and dirt that spotted the road as he passed them. Individually, they were nothing; little nicks and lines with no real meaning attached to them. Far too simple and insignificant to arouse suspicion from his hosts.
...were the Recruiter to tally them all together, however... gather all the little symbols he made in the dirt and arrange them in the same space... he would have found that
Rkyo had made a kanji.Which roughly translated to:
"No. Negation. Refusal. Decline.
Leave."