"Found him!"
Jin increased his pace when he heard the girl's voice, then stopped short, contemplating the scene in front of him. Mugen was unconscious, half naked, and propped against a tree, while Fuu knelt next to him, turning up his eyelids and gently feeling for injuries. "He's got a pretty good lump on his head, Jin."
The samurai bent over, peering closely. "He appears to be unharmed." Fuu raised her eyebrows and Jin amended his statement. "Aside from his head…."
"And being out cold, and covered with bruises, and…." Fuu blushed. "Where are his clothes?"
"Probably back at the brothel," said Jin coolly.
"I don't know a lot about brothels but isn't it a little strange for them to dump their customers outside like this?"
Fuu's voice was elaborately patient and Jin caught a dangerous undertone. "It is not unheard of for customers to be robbed." The samurai frowned. "There was something wrong with that money I found."
"What do you mean?"
"I do not know, but while I was….occupied, some men came to the room demanding to know where I acquired it. It is possible something similar occurred to Mugen." Jin straightened up. "I will go back to the brothel and see if I can retrieve his belongings."
Fuu caught his sleeve. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"No, but you know he'll never leave without his sword and it would be better if I went back for it."
The girl saw the wisdom of that and released her hold. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Stay with him."
"What if he wakes up?" Fuu yelled, but the samurai feigned deafness and walked away.