Scratching his crotch as he was drinking sake from his other hand from a bowl, elbow resting against the dirt, Nanashi yawned as he saw Hadora slash some homeless man's (aka student as Hadora would like to call them in Nanashi's perspective) torso got slashed and his intestines were leaking out. Ouch, it was just a lazy look on Nanashi as he kept a poker face until called in specific to get up and come out into the grass fields, Nanashi being inside the shrine, stretching his back as he got up and took a Katana, or more like five as he places them around his sash to be held there, holding the sixth sheathed sword at hand from the sheathe as he walked outside and went to the grass fields. Having left the empty sake bowl aside, going out into the field with the sixth sword held left. Having paced lazily until he was face-to-face with the Samurai. Well, he was standing, Hadora or Hetero or whatever his face was sitting.
"Does the gorilla summon the crow to teach it a motherfuckin' strong quick flash Samurai quick hit which hits... quick technique?"