[hider=Pointless]The princess had spoken, and the fight was postponed. Good, they could get back to [i]leaving[/i], and spread out a bit more. This was getting far too crowded, and Yuki was getting more tense than normal. It was only made worse a few scant seconds later when some samurai girl arrived with an entire set of retainers in tow. Her name, however, was familiar--unlike the bunch of nobodies that had revealed themselves otherwise.

After all, a few years back she'd [i]fought[/i] Sumire's mother. There'd been one fight early-on that had to be postponed to sudden horrible weather, but the interim meant that the rematch had a considerably more sober, though still not fully, Demon of Satsuma. The result had been a draw. For one of the few good fighters she'd met to just be... gone like that was depressing. And she was already out of sake.

Yuki sheathed her sword before asking Sumire a simple question. This... was hard: the sword was long, and she had only one arm. So, Yuki tossed it straight up and caught it in the scabbard, even though she had to kneel to grab it. If being a samurai didn't work out, she always had a job as a circus performer.

"What killed her?"[/hider]