The overall experience of that encounter left the samurai....indifferent just a bit, and slightly apprehensive of what overcame her, the brief crack in the door of time, allowing a past memory to slip through and usurp her body, joy becoming anger, eyes beaming with happiness narrowing into a fearsome and dangerous glare. Though it was but for a fraction of a minute or so, everyone had once again witnessed the notorious fury and the cold, bloodthirsty infamy of Kushiami Asuka, the Wind of Death. It seemed only after Kushiami had sheathed her blade, her past self had fled back to those days of war and savage anarchy, and the more peaceful Asuka re-emerged yet again, a hint of somberness still remaining however.

"Oh....that...that I did, Miko-dono." She acknowledged Hanami's graceful yet trembling hand upon her shoulder and the kind, albeit fearful, compliment. "I'm terribly sorry you had to witness that, indeed I am. I was hoping not to make a spectacle of such, but those men, they have every right to spout hatred and anger towards me, that they do." She could only pray down the road this episode didn't repeat itself, but for the many lives she had claimed upon the battlefield, Asuka couldn't help but anticipate when the next attempt on her life shall come, be it from an assassin's poison or a blade clutched firmly by a family the Slayer of a Thousand had wronged. Atoning for one's sins was not the easy path, but the reward made it worth the long and perilous journey. 

"I am glad to see everyone is safe though, that I am." Asuka managed to let a grin cross her face as she looked towards her companions and the Princess, who still seemed to enjoy the city and its many wonders. She was sure this wouldn't be the last of the dangers this band of women faced, but still these moments of peace she grew to cherish.