"Have it your way then," Hirohisa's eyes narrowed further, and he grinned, barring his teeth, in a display of utter annoyance. He flicked instinctively as Raiden grabbed his hand to force him to let go off his neck, to instinctively take a huge step back once the boy's smile disappeared.<br/><br/>Not at all impressed by the lightning and his shouting, he drew his twin katanas from their sheaths. Uchikudaku and Tsukinuku gleamed darkly when they were suddenly free from the cover, restraining their razor-sharp edges from slicing and shattering everything around. It wasn't a fast motion. It was a lightning-fast motion, the blades simply all of a sudden appearing unsheathed in his hands. Hirohisa may not have been a man of inhuman strength or the sturdiness of an Oni, but he was faster than fast.<br/><br/>What a straight-forwards, easy-to-read attack that was released at him. He just scoffed, making his way around Raiden, just a cloud of dust arising where his feet touched the ground, to twist around, attacking from the back with two horizontal swings, one against the other, so fast they would slice a brick in three.<br/>"Your back is open." he remarked sarcastically. "I did better than that when I was a child."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>All this uproarious commotion eventually came to disturb even Senbonzakura, till then very patiently and calmly eating his meal. As the pair of chopsticks was lifted to his lips with the last piece of sushi, to sink back down, slowly, with elegance, placed across the plate and moved back to the tavern keep. He was finally done, wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingertips, and put the payment onto the counter. Only now he had the time to deal with fools and idiots.<br/><br/>He stood up, the long hakama sweeping across the floor behind him to be finally lifted off completely. The dark purple of his hair was a stark contrast against the blackness of his clothes and the beautiful white armor. His steps were noiseless and light when he walked towards the exit, the embodiment of cold nobility that only the ones of high standing possessed. The sun's rays sled down his figure as he exited the tavern, finding himself in an utter mess of a situation.<br/><br/>The street was fully barred by a bunch of armed, apparently already fighting men. And one that looked like a woman. A frown furrowed his brows a little bit, the cover of his eyelashes sinking to hide his eyes.<br/><br/>Underneath his feet just as in the air around him, life was dying. Worms stopped wriggling and the wings of flies stopped buzzing, a heavy, suffocating presence downing on them. What was too small and too weak was left dead under this power, what had a little more strength simply lost conscience or felt lethargic and drained.<br/><br/>"What is this commotion supposed to mean?" he requested coldly.