So you'll be on guard at all times, then? You'll wear out if you wind up so constantly, and then I'll strike. Hard, fast, and uninvited.

[Careful to not hit the fish, Kojuro thumps his free fist on his chest and--

uh which stall was the shooting one again? He squints, slowly turning them both around as he contemplates each nearby stall, before-- ah, there. Not too far either, and a little smaller than the scooping stall purely for the fact that it doesn't need a long pool full-- formerly full of fish.]

Yukizome...I wouldn't ever think that a woman would have only one skill. That's how you get yourself killed, isn't it?