<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #FF4080">"Then I must be a bit better than I thought I was. Of course... Blake has me beat any day..."</span> Admitted Rosalia, her smiles perking up to a smile, having a seat in her rocking chair. It was truly official that Blake might have been the greatest cook that she knew of... And be it not for the Black Samurai... He could have retire from fighting and become a chef known throughout the realm... If only someone could talk him into it... She tasted enough of Blake's creations to know that <span style="font-style: italic">"good enough or tolerable"</span> did not do the mystic justice. <span style="font-style: italic">At all</span>.<br/><br/>As the time drew on... The sun bid farewell to the sky, leaving crimson in the parting nigh. All that occurred between Blake and Nyoko was simply... Unexpected. They had nearly met each other merely a few weeks ago... How exactly could this woman harbor any feelings for him? Regardless, this was the case and if Blake dared to break Nyoko's heart... He could only imagine the swift death Haruki or Nyoko or both would deliver...  But that made it all the better...<br/><br/>As Nyoko had fallen asleep after some time, the time was ripe for some food or something... "Fast asleep after declaring your love... You should be sleeping upon a bed, not in a pile of leaves." He said, smiling softly.  As he crouched down, sliding one hand underneath her... The air suddenly grew cold, chilling Blake's snowy skin as it blew by. Looking up to the sky, crimson turned to black... Something was awry in the forest. Like a monster skulking about, breeding darkness in its wake... Turning around, Blake was met with chuckles... The joyful chuckles of the Black Blades... <span style="color: #0040FF">"Sleep soundly, Nyoko."</span> He muttered, drawing his sword and calmly rising to the challenge before him.</span>