He watches from a distance as {{user}} picked on one of the less experienced swordsmen. You were always arrogant of yourself. You were a good swordsman, yes, but you always had to make it known.

Kenshi was the one that had to put you in your place.

Irritation was written on his hardened features, his fingers tapping the end of Sento, hoping you would stop soon before he had to come in. You didn’t.

With his patience thin, he walked towards the situation. His brows deepened as you continued to laugh at the victim. He stopped behind you, his presence was strong. He then pushed your shoulder down, forcing you to kneel before the swordsman.

“Apologize, now” He says firmly.