[A school Katsura won't find here, standing next to a man who lives in utter mockery of its teachings. The lessons of bushido, of manners, all forsaken. But Shouyou's words, Takasugi remembers - worry and wander. He's long since gotten lost.

Or so he'd thought.

Would Katsura recognize him, now?] No, there isn't.

Guess you'll have to settle for me.

Let's play a game.

Guess something about me, and I'll tell you if it's true or not. We'll take turns.