Kurokumo Wakashu: Ryōshū's Story

The child gave her sole audience a confident glance, and puffed out a cloud of cigarette smoke.

So, Hosa? Isn't this a work of art?

The brume passed through her blade, smoke being cleanly cut in twain.

I must admit, you really do have a way with swords.

Although, I suppose your insolence towards an advisor is only forgiven thanks to your usefulness. You'd have lost fingers and much more otherwise.

Do tell me when that time comes. I've got a couple of great ideas for how to cut them.

The aide gave a bitter smile.

Perhaps it's not the generosity of this child but the audacity of a subordinate who can wield blades like it's second nature that keeps the Hosa from cracking a whip.

I have good news for you, Ryōshū-kun.

Hmh.

A strife is in sight.

…That's good news indeed.

The child's eyes narrowed. Her mouth bent into a grin, and her fingers twitched.