"Alright, alright! Boss, I surrender. I'm not about to win against a legendary soldier, even if he is old as dirt," he taunts as he takes the opportunity to pull the scarf back down around his neck. He props himself up in the furniture wreckage, barely suppressing a wince.

"Back then, I thought you might change your mind about being my kaishakunin." He takes off his shades and gives them a once over, testing the arms and rubbing them clean with the end of his scarf before perching them back on his nose. "You were pretty goddamn pissed."