"I guess." Haruki growled, untying the dark red sash, usually tied at his shoulder, which he'd normally use to pin his hair up during a fight, and covering the mark on the back of his hand with it. It was still slightly burning on his skin, and it unsettled him just more. The red sash hid it entirely, and he flexed his hand after tying it after his wrist. "He might go after any of us, though I think he'd go after you first. So that when he'd fight me, there'd be no distraction." he shrugged, frowning at the dark silhouettes of the city. "It's not the first time I've met him."<br/><br/>The image of little Nyoko, looking up to him in the shadow of a backstreet, appeared in his mind, followed by the still fresh picture of his sensei, pinned to a wall by a sword. He shook his head to chase the disturbing images away, and leaned in, studying the city.<br/><br/>"I can see Nyoko from here. No need to worry about her, though she's most likely drunk." he mused, nodding his head at a red-haired figure in the crowd that has already gathered in the streets again. She was stumbling a little and seemed confused - that was all he could discern from this far.