"I only have one enemy," the ninja told her simply, "The nine clans." Since she had little to no reaction to his mentioning of them before, he would assume she hadn't angered them. If she had, she would have been just as on edge as he was, but she acted like she had just went out for a morning walk and taken a wrong turn. Their situations didn't seem to be exactly the same and he doubted they had the same enemy, but there had to be an explanation as to why two strangers found themselves standing on the same street, experiencing the same problem. He didn't believe in simple coincidences. He knew too many people who made coincidences happen to write it off that easy. "Korea," he answered her, looking at their surroundings for something, anything, that would explain how they got here and why. Had he been sent here to fight for his life? This place was so peaceful but there was often a calm before the storm wasn't there?