This man that had paid for his meal now, all of a sudden, burst between them, stopping his blows - strong through they were - with a sword of gleaming ice, which shattered like porcelain under the strikes of Uchikudaku and Tsukinuku, yet the katanas were deflected off the boy. Hirohisa was sent back a few steps, dust rising underneath his sandals as he took a battle-ready, wary stance once more. His eyes narrowed at the words of the blind man, but he smirked, thin lips forming a wicked, mean grimace on his pale face.<br/>"Fine. Whatever. You paid for my shit, I have enough courtesy... And not enough f**ks left to bother with dead villagers because<span style="font-style: italic">someone</span>can't control themselves. That lightning ain't kids' toys." He shrugged.<br/>Within the break of a moment, he sheathed his blades, and like a whirlwind of black darted towards the gate. He made nary a sound as he dashed forwards, the black of his haori billowing behind him wildly, a dark smudge, moving through the street.<br/><br/>He'd be there. He'd be there before Raiden; he was always the one that arrived first. There he stood when his young adversary arrived, twirling the blades in his hands.<br/>His eyes flashed darkly when he sighted him, but he kept the blades in the stammeringly fast motion. Little kid, yes,<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>," he pointed the tip of one of the katanas at Raiden, "let me tell you one thing." His tone was biting when he spoke, like a whiplash, the smirk now gone, just endless hardness replacing it.<br/>"Don't you f**king insult me by calling yourself a warrior. Ever. A man that can't control himself enough not to put those around him in danger is nothing short of a b***h with a knife. You become a warrior when you can wield a sword and cut a little girl's hair with it without making a scratch on her back. You'd chop her head straight off."<br/><br/>He had grown so, so cynical with the years that had passed. Oh, so cynical.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Whoever this blind man was, it was calming enough to know that he was one wishing to keep the peace in the streets. Yet, he was not happy at all with the behavior of the others. They were still destroying the entire place... And this murderous intent that hung like a thick veil across the air... None of this was to Senbonzakura's liking.<br/>He rarely took the Odachi on his back out, yet, he could nor bear this situation anymore. The blade gleamed pale in the sunlight of the late afternoon as he revealed it, elegant and beautiful as befit a Daimyo's son such as himself, and he stepped forth, amid them all. For a moment, he was motionless, holding the long blade unsheathed before himself.<br/><br/>"There will be no more of this." he spoke, voice chilling like ice.<br/>"No more murderous intent, threatening, or drawing weapons against each other. I will not have this. Calm yourselves, or resolve your matters beyond the gates." His arm raised to point the tip of the long sword at the end of the road. His tone did not make place for any buts or ohs, no compromises.<br/><br/>The air grew heavy, thick, difficult to breathe. A presence, much different to the violent presences, yet just as frightening, filled the air. The life as if was being drained out of everything unfortunate to be nearby enough...<br/>A dog ran past him, followed by the shout-out of a man, waving a sandal at the animal. Senbonzakura flinched, taking a step aside to avoid having his hakama stained by the piece of meat the dog's maw was clenched about, but the moment it passed him, it dropped into the dust. Its chest wasn't rising... Without any seeming cause, it died, right there, a few inches off his feet.<br/>The noble's brow furrowed a little. He should not let that much of his dangerous powers spill... He did not wish to steal the life out of everyone around... Yet, a slight reprimanding, a... Lesson, would come well in hand. He let none of his concerns show, remaining adamant, the sword reflecting the sunlight like a trail of stars, glimmering on the razor-sharp edge.