Lord Amoru's tone was grim, his words heavy with import=. The blade in her hand was cold, heavy, smelling of the death of suns - Iroha's keen eyes flitting over it, the bitter tang of magic lingering in the air.<br/><br/>"As you command, my Lord. I obey." Her answer was formal, but thoughtful - Even as wisps of shadow coiled upwards from the blade, a silent breeze that stirred her hair; Her ponytail swaying, slightly, as Iroha turned the tanto in her hands. A curious choice of assassination weapon, this; Undoubtedly lethal, but incredibly distinctive. The mark of the Eiken clan...Or was it?<br/><br/>The evidence seemed to lay the blame for the botched assassination squarely at their feet, but...The lovely kunoichi had a suspicious mind. This seemed unusually blatant, for them: She didn't doubt the skills of Lord Amoru's guardians, or Lord Amoru himself - However, to entrust all of this to a single assassin - after all the effort it must've taken, for him to make such a successful infiltration...<br/><br/>Perhaps the assassination hadn't been<em>meant</em>to succeed. Perhaps it was just the first gambit, in a larger ploy.<br/><br/>Iroha's lissome legs folded beneath her, as she knelt to examine the cooling corpse. It may have already been given a thorough examination, but there might yet be something the Lord's men had missed.<br/><br/>After this, however, her course of action seemed obvious: To infiltrate the Kochou Clan's castle, in disguise, to ascertain the truth of the matter. If they were indeed the ones who'd commissioned this failed assassination, the Lords would be discussing this in their councils...And she'd be in the ideal position to resolve the problem.<br/><br/>The irony of it - An infiltrator in answer to an assassin - made her lips twitch in a moment of levity; Iroha's full bosom rising and falling as she exhaled, slowly, drawing the corpse's mask back. Her search would be systematic one, from head-to-toe - The better to give the dead assassin a thorough examination.