The blind man stood silently with his head angled in no particular direction, he stood up straight with his hands clenched into tight fists. Sento was strapped to his back, the contact with the sword allowing him to see the soul and spiritual outline of living things, the katana helped him see in it's own way but he was still blind. He had recently discovered that Sento contained the souls of his ancestors.

He didn't look happy or sad. The red blindfold was tight around his eyes.