[The meaning is not lost on him: were it more than simply a convenient name, that would place him as a sword from Hizen, neighbor of Higo- the origin of the Matoba clan. Clan history was rich with premodern records that Matoba knew like the back of his hand. Beyond this, he might not have much information, and indeed it may not ever matter- but it was certainly of passing interest to him.]

No, that's not quite it, [He corrects, watching Hizen pass the chocolates in favor of the saltier snacks. Ah, that's right; he seemed to be the 'alcohol and salty snacks' type.] I would like to know. You simply don't like the reason.

[He is watching Hizen's movements as a hunter would notice the habits of his prey, but this wasn't an occasion for him to pose any threat. Mutually beneficial information was important right now.]

[So he listens carefully as Hizen lowers his voice, and inclines his head in a nod as he takes another bag for sour gummies.] It seems we should have stuck together after all, [He comments wryly. His arm twinges as he lifts his left forearm slightly to open the baggy for his candy, but any reaction to it is suppressed.] And?