Jin is a minimalist.
He keeps only what he needs.
And that's the thought that worries him. If it's the truth, it makes a hyper-active hunger driven girl and an uncivilized trouble seeking thief, necessities.
The older man sighs as his sword connects with a guard's arm. He supposes mid-fight isn't the time for such thoughts.
Except that this is Mugen's fight he's been dragged into. It doesn't bother him as much as it should, just something he's used to now. As they cut down the last man, the ex-pirate heads towards Fuu's unconscious form. Jin surveys the area, clasping his sword, always ready for anyone foolish enough to not play dead.
"Idiot." Mugen mumbles as he hefts her small body off of the dusty ground. "Now we gotta find a place to stay." One arm sits under her knees while the other pulls Fuu closer to avoid jarring her too much. "Thinking I need her to talk my way out of things."
Jin sheathes his sword as he leads the way. "Indeed."