“Let me guess...you are intimidated by my presence, yet frustrated at your own incompetence.” Hoshi couldn’t help laughing, tilting her head back while the melodic sound danced within the cave walls. “Oh, you are so...easy to understand,” she finally replied, a smug smile curving her lips. “Maybe...Just maybe...you have spent too much time among the humans, and have lost your touch… And by the way...no, I don’t. I have nothing else to preoccupy myself with.” A hand ran through her silvery mane, which of course spent several threads falling about her shoulders and down the length of her back. Those olive green eyes glanced over at the other demon, amusement glinting within the depths. “Now...Do you mind if I join you…? I can smell the salts, so I know there is a hot spring back there…”<br/><br/>Without waiting for a reply, Hoshi began shedding her clothes, one article at a time falling onto the cave floor. Her voluptuous curves exposed to the moonlight, each one was highlighted by silver...not to mention goosebumps rose as soon as a chilly breeze passed by. “I’m coming~!” the demon purred, already walking towards the back of said cave. It wasn’t but a moment later that she was lowering herself into the spring, a long sigh leaving her lips. “Aah… This is heaven, isn’t it…?” Her green eyes opened, only for a smile to be flashed in her companion’s direction.<br/><br/>The wielder of the Masamune? Fujiko studied the girl more closely, though she still wore a smile on her face. “Ah, I see… Well then, it is a great pleasure to meet you.” Blue eyes bright with welcoming warmth, she came in and sat down next to her fellow samurai, hands in the long sleeves of her shitagi. Strands of black fell against her face as she tilted her head, giving a rather cute smile. “Mind telling me the story of...how you obtained the Masamune?” It wasn’t a secret that almost every samurai wishes to wield it -including herself-, so it was a curiosity as to how a young girl who doesn’t study the art got the sword.