Hearing someone say 'wake' wasn't the strange part. Zatoichi had been resting against a tree near a road last he remembered. It was the smell of where he woke up, and the utterly foreign sounds which also greeted him. His hands scramble for the security of his cane, his knuckles finally knocking into familiar wood before he grasps the red hardwood and pulls it close to him. At least he was ready now if there was trouble.

He tucks his chin to his chest, sniffing and then going silent a moment to take in everything. It was all very new, very much not home. He wasn't pleased but he knew he had little choice than to go with the flow here.

"Excuse me?" He calls out, his voice low as he tries not to make too much noise, just in case there was trouble around. His posture is exceedingly submissive as he hunches his shoulders forward and hopes for an answer.