The reaction of Haruki's brain, already dunked in sake, was slower than would he be sober, but he recognized the figure immediately. Nyoko! Where was she? Hopefully she'd be safe... Damn, this was bad!<br/><br/>He leaped to his feet almost immediately after realizing who stood before him. His hands clenched steadily around the black handle of his katana, and unsheathed the long blade, barring his teeth at the dark figure. The cold metal screeched, but he was soon greeted by the comfortably familiar feeling of a blade in his hands. Its weight was light, and it felt... Alive. His own sword was screaming for battle louder than his mind, it was begging him to throw himself off the precipice and slice his challenger to tiny pieces till there will be nothing but a bloody carnage!<br/><br/>But he knew better. It wasn't the time to rush into battle just like that...<br/><br/>He took the ribbon on the end of his katana into one hand. His feet moved closer to the edge of the roof.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to end your fun if you enjoyed it that much!" he burst out at the man in black underneath him.