Fynn glances between the two in confusion. He barely knows anything about Japan other than samurai and sake. He's American for the most part. Probably a little bit Italian or something like that. Fynn certainly looks like he could be from southern Italy but his accent gives him away.

It's time for him to ask a question. "Clue me in for a second, how long ago was the Tokugawa stuff?" Fynn feels just as uneducated as Jirou here.