[It's not particularly hard to track down Hitokiri Battousai if some effort is put into it. A redhaired swordsman who remains armed despite the ban on swords, with a cross shaped scar, who keeps going around wrecking crime syndicates in Tokyo... Well, suffice to say, it wouldn't be the first time someone had traced him to the Kamiya Dojo. He has so many enemies at this point that off hand, he couldn't guess which one would be behind a given attempt on his life-- and although Kenshin is always on the lookout for said attempts, to tell the truth, he prefers his peaceful life enough that he's long since lost his wartime edge. A general sense of the ki of those around him is all he maintains in this extensive crowd.
Today he's doing Kaoru-dono's grocery shopping for her, meandering through the marketplace in Tokyo with a small smile. Kenshin would be entirely innocuous given his easy air, but the hair marks him out in a sea of black and his sakabatou is at his hip, as always. He's lugging a wooden bucket filled with tofu in water with relative ease despite its weight.]
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Today he's doing Kaoru-dono's grocery shopping for her, meandering through the marketplace in Tokyo with a small smile. Kenshin would be entirely innocuous given his easy air, but the hair marks him out in a sea of black and his sakabatou is at his hip, as always. He's lugging a wooden bucket filled with tofu in water with relative ease despite its weight.]