Koshi tilted his head watching the young ninja's consciousness bleed from his body. The bouncer made a single hand sign and reversed the pain magnification, returning him to his previously painless state. Koshi stood and began ripping off pieces of his clothing, bandaging the wounds he had inflicted just moments before, most of the patrons were clearing out and the indentured serving girl was busy clearing tables, fearing what would happen if she took time to gawk. Koshi's boss, a wiry old man by the name of Isamu, stepped from the back glaring at the ex-nin. "How do you intend to pay for the lost income from all this? You should have just left and hid somehwere."
Koshi turned, asking simply. "And would you have told the kid where I lived, knowing he wanted me dead?"
Isamu thought for a moment wondering why he asked. "No, I have some honor, you know."
Koshi just laughed, finishing his makeshift bandages. "Then the kid probably would have trashed your shop until you divulged my location. Sorry boss, but you got off lucky, feel free to dock my paycheck to pay for repairs, but I do plan to take the next few days off."
"How long?"
"Untill the kid recovers." Koshi stood, the assassin cradled in his arms as we walked out the door, the streets empty enough that he could take his normal path to the shack he had on the edge of town.
Isamu chased out the rest of the loiterers and went to work replacing the blood stained tatami, trying his hardest to be angry at the bouncer. Turning to the servant girl with the bandaged hand he made a single request. "Check up on him, Kiri."