Were it any other, perhaps they might have failed to track the movementβBut as an individual whose fighting style specialized and depended upon speed: Tessa would have been a failure if she couldnβt manage this much. It was something she inwardly took note of, for future reference that she might need within the next few minutes considering that this one appears to be much more persistent than her subordinates.
StillβRather than to show any signs of being provoked, her mild irritation manifested in the form of an exhale akin to a sigh. As the woman slowly lifted her head, rain trickled down her cheeks as her blonde bangs stuck to her face. The dark crescents beneath her dull, cerulean gaze along with her already pale complexion only seemed to accentuate the unusual eye color.
Thereβs no tone or question to the soft alto that fills the air, a sound far unlike the screech of the shockwave sheβd sent flying at one of men that had been twice her size. Cleaving them hadnβt proved an issue, and thankfullyβThis storm easily rinsed the blood from her clothing. A strong wind blew through the droplets pelting the two of them, showing for a glimpse the swords that hung beneath her skirt.
As expected, sheβs able to follow her movements. Nice.Β Very nice. Those weird techniques of hers and the skill she displayed in dispatching her men were indeed exceptional, but if speed at just this level had been enough to catch her off-guard, she would hardlyΒ be worth Kotaroβs attention let alone been deserving of being one of the empressβs βmealsβ. The attitude-if you could call it that-was in need of some fixing, however. Especially as she stands there in rain-drenched clothing, surrounded by the Fuma corps, and still stares up at her with dispassionate eyes as if Kotaro was nothing more to her than a bump in the road. Itβs enough to make her want to wring that pretty little neck but if thereβs any real irritation, the kunoichi doesnβt let it show. Her expression is one of pure amusement
βΒ Β Fu... ββFufu...fufufu~ My, my... Kotaro doesnβt hate your boldness, but youβre hardly in any position to be making demands of Kotaro, arenβt you, little lady? Well allow Kotaro to enlighten you.Β β
With the snap of her fingers and followed the odd sound of...someone barking(?), a hunk of steel sails through the air from somewhere beyond the darkness of the forest, slicing through the cold, cold rain with a high-pitched whistle only to come to an abrupt stop having been snatched mid-flight by the large woman who did not so much as flinch nor break eye-contact with her prey even when the strange weapon had come within mere centimeters of decapitating her.
βΒ Whether it was by mistake or not, you should be killed just for stepping foot in Fuma territory without permission and even worse you went and pointed your blade at us and went as far as to harm some of Kotaroβs men,β Truthfully,Β couldnβt care less about these men; they were Poochiβs during his time as clan head, not hers. As far as she was concerned that cursed scum made their own beds and were lucky that the girl saw it within herself not to just slaughter them all outright, but even so the head of the Fuma can not take such things lying down. Or at least had to act like it. Besides if she gets something she wants out of this whatβs the harm in putting on some airs?Β βThat act aloneΒ makes you an enemy of the Hojo and the law as well once word of this gets out. So if youβre so fond of living life on the run, by all means, be Kotaroβs guest. Though Kotaro wonders just how far a foreigner who stands out so much can really hope to get, hmm?β
She smiles, idle hands fiddling rather suggestively with the chain in her hand.
βOr we can have a little βplaytimeβ and Kotaro will forget all about this little incident and make sure the others do as well. You can go wherever you want after that. Sounds go-β
βK, Kotaro-sama, you canβt be serious!β
One of the previously downed men suddenly interjects. Struggling to lift his battered body out of the mud with aide of a nearby tree, he is clearly outraged beyond all sense of reason his clan head would even dare make such a suggestion. He is indeed a brave one yet all the same heβs cowed to fall back in line once Kotaro casually tosses a shuriken into his wrist, the force of her throw letting off steam and pinning the poor soulβs arm to the very tree he was using as support. Even as he screams and writhes wildly as he tries to free himself, the woman pays him no further mind. The only thing that exists- That is allowed to exist within her sight is the lovely creature in front of her.Β
Β β Hmph.Β Well? Doesnβt sound like a bad deal for you, right? But if you prefer to keep playing hard to get...β
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