Kuroda looked at his sword as well as he spoke. He had often wondered the same thing. He could still feel the presence of the dragon demon in the blade. What he could feel felt of great rage and anger, which he had always thought was directed at him. But how was he able to use it then? He had tried many times to see if he could communicate with what was left of the demon's spirit, but all of his attempts had been unsuccessful.<br/><br/>As he arrived on the scene, seeing what her brother was about to do to the young woman, he frowned. Kuroda didn't really want to stay and watch this, but Yomi had sat down and motioned for him to join her. With a sigh, he sat down beside her, wondering how long they would have to wait here.