[hider=Pointless]"Shimazu Yuki; Demon of Satsuma," Yuki answered, paying little attention to the others chosen--better to get to know people [i]after[/i] all their attempts to look good and curry favour were done with--in favour of rummaging around inside the very sash working to keep her decent, finally pulling out a bottle that, from the sloshing sound, was very much already started on, "As for why? The Imperial court is boring. Normal challengers are boring. Demons and wanderers on the road? They sound like fun. And maybe I'll find someone who can play shogi to save their life."

The container--cheap pottery, obviously, was drained dry and just... dropped, shattering on the floor. "Maybe this lot could be a decent fight?"

It was doubtful. Those that would travel long distances for their ego did not, to Yuki's mind, share the same space as people with actual physical ability. At least [i]she[/i] had been right next door when the summons went out. Everyone would just have to prove her wrong--starting with not tripping over the blade jutting behind her, mostly too low down to actually [i]see[/i].[/hider]