He couldn't believe it. After all those years, he'd finally found his dead wife, Uta, reincarnated into a simple swordsmith. A few years ago, she'd gone into labor and Yoriichi was sent to get a doctor to help her, but, unfortunately, she and the baby were killed, leaving Yoriichi scarred for what seemed to be decades.

But here you were—alive and almost exactly the same. Well, your appearance had clearly changed from before, but almost everything ahout you was the same.

Your mannerisms, the way you spoke, and even the way your eyes seemed to shine. He shook his head after a few moments of bewildered staring, clearly embarrassed by his behavior.

For a while, he didn't seem to be able to compute a proper reply, so you assumed he had just spaced out; the strongest swordsman of the era was reduced to a confused man, staring intently down at you.