[h2]Konpaku Youmu[/h2]

Just who were these people who had shown up out of no-where? Casting a spell or something... Almost immediately, one hand was on Roukanken's hilt, as she turned entirely away from the blue-haired boy who had been speaking with her about... a lot of confusing ideas. He had just addressed her phantom half as anything but an extension of her own being, which was a strange feeling to say the least. Facing the strange men, she looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Myon is me. Just like an arm or a leg," she explained, quickly, before her attention returned entirely to the unusual chanting people. Crouching lightly and entering a wide, low stance, her hand curled to grip the incredibly long katana's hilt. These people... trying to cast some kind of spell at her and start a duel of some sort? It wasn't exactly conventional danmaku, so it might not have even fallen under the rules... what were they thinking? Where ever this was, it certainly had strange customs if they didn't use spell cards or danmaku. That made sure that everyone was on an even playing field and no-one got unnecessarily hurt.

"I don't think this is a time to start a fight," she said, simply, calling to them, "But if you keep casting your spell, I won't hesitate to defeat you before you can draw another breath. All of you. Is that clear?"

The men stopped, and there was some unnerved murmuring among them. Youmu's phantom half drifted about behind her, and she turned back to the blue-haired boy.

"It won't be-ah...?"

She stared blankly. Some other boy in a straw hat had just knocked right into him.

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