Kumori stared across the room at the rough looking man who had just lit his pipe. With a patch over one eye and and intense glare from the other it seemed to Kumori like this guy was trying to pierce his soul with his gaze. That or maybe he was trying to instill fear in him. What ever the case maybe things like that didnt affect Kumori like they once had. "I'm your huckleberry." He seemed to almost spit the words at Kumori. He blew a row of smoke rings toward him and Kumori. Now he really could use a cigarette. "Are you the one I need to see to join this division or are you another one looking to stand in my way. I never lose and will get what I want so tell friend whats it gonna be because my palms are itching for hilt to rest in them and the weight of battle to pound them into deeper darker callouses." Kumori stepped in the room toward retched pipe smoke that burned his nose. "Im in no mood for any crap right now so answer me or ill force it out of you."