"Good to know. Even as a Chuunin, I think I'll need you to look after me." Kotone smiled, brushing off loose leaves from a raised mound of rock and vegetation and sitting down on it with a quiet grace. She rested the koto upon her thighs and unwrapped it from the protective covering. Carefully and methodically, she took a few moments to make sure it was methodically tuned.<br/><br/>The instrument itself was smaller than usual, but still looked quite large in comparison to the slender girl. It had thirteen strings stretched across a wide, thick base and was made of finely polished wood. Kotone retrieved three picks like thimbles from the side of the instrument and placed them upon her dress-gloved fingers.<br/><br/>Seamlessly, she transitioned out from tuning and into into a song... quiet and determined, but growing in pace and gravitas. (https://youtu.be/Voxn-rIuBLk) The young woman seemed to lose herself into the sound, ignoring the forest around them and even, as it seemed, Yuki himself. She was playing because she loved it, and not in the way she too often had to- as a weapon. Whatever distinguished playing like this and the deadly blades of wind that she conjured from those strings in battle, Kotone had such a precise control over it that Yuki knew he was perfectly safe standing in front of her. Woe to anyone caught in front of her when she meant business.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, she smiled and opened her eyes, brushing an errant strand of hair out of her face, "How was that?"