<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"He's angry at me... He's angry at me for using Akaihana despite not having it fully under control. It's an accursed weapon... He didn't want me to put myself in danger... Even if that meant abandoning him. But I can't do that... And in the end, neither of us died. I have to thank both you and Blake for that, though."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"How are they doing? Blake and Haruki, I mean. Since my brother doesn't want to speak to me..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF"><span style="font-style: italic">'Akaihana...'</span></span> As her face was away from Nyoko, no soul could see the rage on her face. Akaihana... An accursed weapon... So Akaihana was with this girl all along? The woman turned to Nyoko, her glare cold once more... The red petals in her hairs, withering, turning black. Nyoko had endured enough already... This anger would spared, for someone more deserving. <span style="color: #BF00BF">"As you have no doubt deduced, Haruki's wound is nearly patched up... He's simply experiencing some slight discomfort throughout his body. As for Blake... He nearly had the worse of it... Though he did most of his own healing... He managed to cure himself before the Black Samurai's curse spread through his whole body... You were also under the weather for the last three days... And insisted that I left you in his hands... It was the sweetest thing I ever saw in a very long time... But speaking of Akaihana... You have no idea of how large a bone I've got to pick with you."</span></span>