The blind swordsman was walking around Earthrealm, his sword Sento was holding the souls of his ancestors, and they guided him, allowing his sight to be restored in it's own way. It was truly magic.

"Oh, hey."

Kenshi's tone wasn't rude nor happy, he was just neutral. He had problems with the likes of Havik, Onaga, and Onaga's empire. He still wanted to save the realms.