Fuma, Jinsei and Minoru reach the first of two streets they must cross. They are in trees, and the nearest buildings are 10 yards each to the left and right. The paper windows are illuminated by lanterns inside, but no motion is seen in or around either. The road runs north-south. Some tens of yards north, it curves away to the west. To the south, to the east. Because of the curves and obstructing buildings, no intersection with a checkpoint can be seen at either end of the street.
Across the street is a building with a lit white paper lantern hanging in front of its entrance. It has two katakana characters written on it in black ink.
Sa ke. Sake rice wine. The sound of a dozen or more people talking loudly inside is heard. This must be the tavern-gambling den shown on the map of Kofu. A man sits upright on the street near the entrance, back against the tavern's wall and head hanging down.
Two young men slide the door open, step into the street, and slide it closed again. One says, in a harsh, insultingly disrespectful tough guy patois of,
Ha, look at that! The stupid drunk bumpkin went out to take a piss and passed out in the street!
The other answers, in the same vulgar speech,
Sleeping drunk in front of a gamblers bar is a good way to get rolled. Let's see what he's got left, after all of that coin he dropped on sake and bad bets. He checks inside the unconscious man's sleeves and withdraws what are probably coins, and from his cotton belt a folding fan.
Nine copper and this. He spits into the street.
Wouldn't even be enough for him to pay the Takeda's fine for busting the curfew.
Jinsei stealthily crosses the street while the yakuza are occupied with robbing the unconscious gambler. It's his first time practicing ninjutsu in the presence real, non-Clan opponents. His mind, which should be like the reflection the Moon on still water, as empty as air, hesitates at the sight of a stone on the road. Minoru and Fuma smoothly and silently pass by, to each side. Jinsei considers and makes a decision to step around the stone. One of the young hoodlums looks up, and his mouth drops open.
A ninja!
Go back in! The other man looks, his eyes open wide with surprise. The two slide the tavern's door open, and entering bump into a man was about to exit. The says in a low, polite voice,
I'm sorry, please pardon me. He wears the clothing of a peasant, but with also something like a monk's or traveler's loose outer shawl over them. His hands and forearms are wrapped in old strips of swaddling. He steps into the street, tapping the ground with a curved wooden cane. He stops, and turns his head in Jinsei's direction, eyes unseeing but ears listening.

It seems to the ninja that the blind man has somehow detected Jinsei's presence. But he bows his head and says humbly to Jinsei's general direction,
Pardon me. I'll be going. He turns to the oppposite direction and starts tapping his way along the street.