<span style="font-style: italic">"You love me... But how can you? I've done nothing to deserve it."</span><br/><br/>Chuckling softly, Nyoko stroke his cheek with the back of her hand. "Silly boy... You don't need to do something to deserve it. Love isn't fame or renown. I love you because of what you are, not what you've done. And even if that wasn't the truth... You've done just enough." She gave him a soft, gentle smile, eyes growing narrow. He didn't need to cut down mountains for her.<br/><br/>As the hit was blocked, Haruki didn't hesitate to immediately pull the blade back, and he sprang up to evade the hit, coming at his knees - jump up right above it. Thanks to Kurohana, which honed his reflexes and senses even beyond his usual limit, he was able to bring himself over the ice-crusted blade, kick himself off the door's edge, and flip his body, flying over Rosalia. As he landed with his feet wide apart behind her, hakama brushing against the floor, he grinned madly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You bastard. I'm actually starting to like you!</span>the voice cackled.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">You haven't seen nothing yet.</span>he responded back to it, laughter breaking out between his teeth. His hands were already covered by black, streaming from the blade and entwining around his muscular forearms like thin veins of ivy.<br/><br/>"You aren't going to lay a hand on me." he growled at her. And without warning, he lunged forth, in a large semicircle bringing all the strength of his body and velocity of his speed at her, further heightened by the fact that this time, both his hands were clenched around the handle of the black katana.