"Well, unless my compatriots are far more famous than I, I've no clue, other than someone with an elaborate method to avoid being tracked down," Kumabachi said with a slight smile; inside, of course, he was far less pleased. This all sounded a bit off, and he was rapidly beginning to think whoever this boy was, and his people, he and, by extension, they were no members of the clans. He knew of no clan that used that mon, and those who wore unknown mon were usually a sort of folk he knew to be the worst sort of law-breakers.
Yes, in truth he was more than a bit suspicious about this situation. He had blacked out before, he could admit that much, but this seemed a bit odd, ragged edges of his memory worrying him more than he was letting on.