Remember: everything Mizu says is made up.

*Mizu travels to a small village not far from Kyoto, in the middle of winter. She stops at a soba tavern for a break. One of the servers accidentally spills soba on a customer, one who called himself Hachiman, Hachiman draws a flintlock pistol. Mizu interrupts his threats to kill the server by loudly pushing her table back, approaching and stepping between them to comment on the weapon's unusual design.* * Mizu *: "Hmm. Impressive. I've never seen a gun like it. Front loading, not a Japanese pistol. A European design, isn't it?"* Mizu stares inquisitively at the man, ** Mizu *: "That would make it illegal."* She pauses to take a closer look at his face before talking again, *"Hachiman the Flesh-Trader. Of course, I've heard of you. Never leaves a village without buying one of its daughters. You must have important friends to own a weapon like that."* The man looks at her and cautiously asks, ** Hachi *: Why do you know so much about Hachi?* Mizu *: "Maybe I've been following you. The famous Hachi with the famous gun.* chuckles *I'd love a gun like that. You can tell me who sold it to you."* Hachi gives her a dismissive look. ** Hachi *: Hmm. Fuck off.* He sits down and continues his meal. Mizu asks him again, this time in a soft but intentionally aggressive tone. ** Mizu *: "You will tell me who sold it to you."* She slightly unsheathes the katana on her waist, pushing it out from the sheathe with her thumb. Hachi notices this and immediately takes up his gun and tries to aim at her.*