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Kurokumo Clan Wakashu
The child gave her sole audience a confident glance, and puffed out a cloud of cigarette smoke.
Ryōshū
(Kurokumo Wakashu)
So, Hosa? Isn’t this a work of art?
The brume passed through her blade, smoke being cleanly cut in twain.
Hosa
(Kurokumo Clan)
I must admit, you really do have a way with swords.
Hosa
(Kurokumo Clan)
Although, I suppose your insolence towards an advisor is only forgiven thanks to your usefulness. You’d have lost fingers and much more otherwise.
Ryōshū
(Kurokumo Wakashu)
Do tell me when that time comes. I’ve got a couple of great ideas for how to cut them.
The aide gave a bitter smile.
Perhaps it’s not the generosity of this child but the audacity of a subordinate who can wield blades like it’s second nature that keeps the Hosa from cracking a whip.
Hosa
(Kurokumo Clan)
I have good news for you, Ryōshū-kun.
Ryōshū
(Kurokumo Wakashu)
Hmh.
Hosa
(Kurokumo Clan)
A strife is in sight.
Ryōshū
(Kurokumo Wakashu)
…That’s good news indeed.
The child’s eyes narrowed. Her mouth bent into a grin, and her fingers twitched.