As she listened to his words and cooked the food, she could sense several people in the vicinity. She nodded to his words to indicate that she understood. There were a lot of people who would kill for the power of a demon, and those people might get angry hearing someone so casually say they didn’t need it, didn’t want it, or just didn’t care. Junko couldn’t even fathom making a pact with a demon without realizing it, but she could at least sympathize with the fact that if such a thing were to happen, it wouldn’t be easy to accept.<br/><br/>She listened to him as he spoke about those who were approaching, telling her how many there seemed to be before he peeked out the window to check and told her there were three for sure, noting that they seemed to be carrying weapons. Junko finished the food and put it to the side, putting out the heat source.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“There are six,”</span>she told him in a matter of fact manner, keeping her voice soft as she looked his way.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“They are from the Japanese Imperial Demon Army,”</span>she explained, as she could feel not only the individuals, but also their cursed gears. None of them were Black Demon Series users, though.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“They will always be in squads of at least five,”</span>she told him, figuring it might be useful knowledge to share.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“This far out, they will usually have more than five, just in case something was to happen to one of them.”</span><br/><br/>She stood up, picking up her bow as she did, and walked close to the window, where she could see out without revealing herself. She held the bow in front of her, as though she were going to fire, but she never pulled back the string. Much like previously, though, a small square that looked almost like a screen appeared in front of one of her eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“You're right. Two swords: one long-sword and a katana. The others are... a halberd, a sickle, a gun, and the last one is… brass knuckles? Or something similar, at least,”</span>she said before slowly stepping back from the window and lowered her bow.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“We should avoid confronting them, if possible,”</span>she told him.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“They all carry Cursed Gears. They aren’t of the Black Demon Series, but they are still more powerful than your average human,”</span>she explained as she moved back further, towards where they’d been sitting before.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“Besides, it wouldn’t be good if they found me. I did defect, after all,”</span>she said with a faint sigh.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“It might not be good for you, either, if they found out about the demon you apparently formed a pact with,”</span>she frowned a little.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“And yes, I do believe it is a demon. The presence felt demonic, and my own demon reacted to it, almost as if a threat were perceived and she was trying to protect me,”</span>she explained frankly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“I’m sorry. I know it’s sudden and probably hard to process and accept,”</span>she spoke softly, not having meant to sound cold or unsympathetic.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“Anyways. We should eat and then you can rest if you want. I can take the first watch,” </span>she offered as she took a seat again and began to put the food onto plates, handing him one before she made her own.