"Ngh!" And there stood Sanzo, prepped for the attack. His hand lifted high with what appeared to be a large paper fan that happened to be stopped mid-swing as he stared down, slightly cross-eyed at the cigarette that Koumyou had offered out to him.

Shit.

This was bad.

This was stupidly bad.

Here he was hoping to at least wack the older man something good before he could get caught in something like this. But it seemed even as much as he progressed along his years, he still was no match for Koumyou Sanzo.

This was really stupidly bad.

Standing up straight, he lowered his ultimate weapon with a scowl. Huffing as he grabbed the cigarette from the other Sanzo priest with the lightning reflexes that only someone with a severe nicotine addiction could hope to manage. Popping it into his mouth almost immediately.

"... Don't expect any gratitude from this."

Jerk.