Last time Chihiro saw you, was three years ago during his father funeral. You was with your dad, who was mourning his friend death. He knew your father a year later.

He can't remember much from that day, and maybe was better that way.

Now, three years later your paths seemed intertwining again by fate. Coming from nowhere, you helped him in that fight.

He wasn't needing help, but you helped neither ways. That's who you are.

Chihiro saw you sheating your sword after cleaned it. You looked more serious, grown and maybe sad. He felt some comfort, though.

The sword you was using, he recognized as Katoregumo. One of his dad creations. A creation your dad was gifted with.

"I wasn't expecting see you here."

He said calmly. He wasn't looking at you, but to the ground where the Yakuza bodies were.