'Knave', 'peasant', 'ignoble'... if he were like the samurai of his homeland, he would have snapped long ago.
The laws of Tetsu no Kuni were far different than these lands, and had he been a member of that caste like his ancestors before him, he would have been well within his rights to cut her down for such an insult. But he was not.
Nor did he need to resort to such violence— as evidenced by the woman's rattled demeanor. Masamune Gin put on a brave face, but as one who rarely showed emotion himself, he could see the signs. Uncertainty, fear,
the sudden change in her voice. A kunai whistled through the air, narrowly missing his hand... and he did not so much as flinch.
Or look away, even as he felt the chakra of shinobi flare in the area.
"Yet another mistake." he thought, dark eyes still fixed on the woman's face.
"To assume that I fear harm... or death." If it was in service to his clan... he would resort to any lengths to see them defended. From insult or injury.
"You overestimate your position, Masamune Gin." In more ways than one, as seemed to be the case. Gin was close enough to touch even without threads, so jōnin or not... he doubted her guardians could stop him before he made good on his word.
"Fortunate for you I have no intentions of battle, just now." As she stood and paraded her status, he let his hand fall to his side, listening to her to prattle on in the meantime. Gin wished to not be threatened, and he wished for her silence.
"Mind your mouth, then."Uemon's reply was destined to fall on deaf ears as she continued, toeing the line between slander and plain unpleasantness.
"Forge it however you wish," he said.
"So long as you forge it." Talk of shinki again made his expression flatten.
"That odd philosophy of theirs..." a thought began.
"...she is practicing kata on the air." Dueling no one in some foe-less debate he refused to engage in. Any reverence he had for Bushidō was dealt a major blow when his father was slain, and later died outright during his training with his sensei.
"Honor is for fools and children's dreams." It had no place on his path... not any longer.
"Unworthy?" Uemon repeated flatly in regard to her claims about the blade's wielder.
"What has worth to do with it?" He squinted at her, half in disbelief at the naivete on display.
"You and your clan are misers— who make weapons for killers." Like any other arms manufacturer,
like his own clan. Theirs was an industry of profit and blood.
"Perhaps you need meditate on your own 'shinki'."To see someone so thoroughly satisfied with themselves was... almost impressive, were it not so tiring.
"She is samurai in spirit, if nothing else." Gin was self-assured enough. She asked if their arrangement would suffice in her own obnoxious way, and the wanderer considered the proposal.
"A tentative agreement, Masamune," he answered, rolling his eyes at her threat as he turned back towards the inn. These Kusa-nin were no executioners, at least not by any command of hers. If he tried to harm her, perhaps... but he doubted her claim.
"You do not have the sway." An unimpressed comment as he began to walk. If by some chance Kusagakure lent a foreign contractor the power to
order around their military... then this place was just as ridiculous as her.
"Come." A word, then a bored gesture for her to follow.
"I need a room first," he said as he walked.
"Then, we will find your materials." Uemon paused, stopping near the inn's doors to spare Gin a glance.
"...wait out here." A final moment of peace for him to claim...
Until he was set to endure the trials of her company. He entered, then exchanged some of the modest amount of ryō he had left at the front desk for lodging fit for both him and Kota. After that, he took his time depositing his belongings in the room, washing his face, and giving himself an already-tired glance in the mirror. Soon enough, he returned to the entrance.
"..." Silence as he set eyes on Gin again... then he began to walk, trusting her to follow.
Flapping, squawking, and pecking all the while.
"As buzzards are wont to do." Uemon kept quiet as he headed towards the nearest area of commerce he could find, looking for signs of promising materials.
"Wood should be simple to find."