[Responsible is............ a strong word, Nori-jiji.]
[Matoba has sustained some deep scratches to his right arm- the left one, hidden under the dark sleeve of his haori, was still bandaged and bound to heal from the gunshot he suffered during the Night Parade attack. Down an arm, some scratches wasn't a bad deal.]
[He smiles at the spirit, and internally chuckles to himself that this one was drawn by the ayakashi's aura.]
Yes. Did you see its attack? [He gestures towards the tengu, who finally had some good samaritans trying to wake him up and, failing that, drag him off somewhere.] Or perhaps I should say, that one's attack. Now, that was new....
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[Matoba has sustained some deep scratches to his right arm- the left one, hidden under the dark sleeve of his haori, was still bandaged and bound to heal from the gunshot he suffered during the Night Parade attack. Down an arm, some scratches wasn't a bad deal.]
[He smiles at the spirit, and internally chuckles to himself that this one was drawn by the ayakashi's aura.]
Yes. Did you see its attack? [He gestures towards the tengu, who finally had some good samaritans trying to wake him up and, failing that, drag him off somewhere.] Or perhaps I should say, that one's attack. Now, that was new....