[ Preparations are ... preparations. 'Tenkai' sees no reason to make them more noisy than they need to be. Mitsuhide would see the amusement in flicking blood of the rabbits upon Xu Shu's face with his eyes closed, but the 'monk' is much kinder. He keeps the blood to the rabbits and the ground. The blade works its magic (figurative or otherwise can't be disclosed) and he muses over the first question given to him. ]

That depends on you, I'm afraid. [ He hums. ] They may rattle your insides if you ask them, but if you don't, you will wonder, will you not? [ The blood soaks into his palms, soaks into the skin and disappears, leaving his hands clean and the 'monk' feeling a little more refreshed. ]

Indeed, what you wonder will always be worse than the answer. [ And soon, the smell of meat cooking fills the small area the two reside. ] And if you don't ask now, you'll regret it later. That is just how you do things, I suppose. [ He chuckles softly. ] So, ask your questions. Ask all of them... this humble monk is here to help. Yes, he is here to help.