Champloo was no man of iron-hard fruitcake, unmoved by any force or power. He took a moment to admire Pinkie in her swimsuit. He had come in his own, which was somewhat old-fashioned, and had similarly paid little attention to footwear -- what rock or pebble could compete with a demon's hide?

"As I proposed the swim, and came looking for you, it would be strange if I was not!"