<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">"But I have to thank you. I don't know what would be if I fell, but I doubt it would be nice."</span><br/>"At most, you might have cracked your skull and gave yourself a concussion." He said, slipping his fan into his robes, crossing his legs as he joined Haruki. " And yes, while the festival is ruined... At least the city is in one piece. And no one was killed tonight..." Blake laughed at his assessment, but quickly turned his attention to the mark on his right hand.<br/><br/>An enraged monster... The face of misfortune, either screaming or laughing at its bearer. A circle of blood, representing the Black Samurai's murder streak and his playful way of hunting. "One look at this mark he placed on both of us... Is a call to his desire to kill us. But we are more than normal prey to him... He will hunt us down himself... Possibly go for one and then the other. If I had to guess, maybe he'll hunt me first... And save the best for last... You." He said glumly, but then again, this was only a theory. He turned to Haruki with a worried look, "You should go find Nyoko... I fear the longer we stay here... The higher chances that he will come in search of us and kill the townspeople. Do you agree with me, Haruki?"</div>