Akane circled around to the other side where Yuki's invisible opponent sat. Yuki's tale sounded very familiar. Maybe more impressive, but she has heard this from many a samurai or Ronin she talked to. Veterans were generally rather indifferent or noticeably sullen to their own battles. "A simple harsh tale as expected. Veterans like you generally don't have glorious stories, but that is to be expected." She sat down on the opposite side watching her compete with herself in this game. "At least you survived...well most of you anyway. I'm sure the poet would say 'The beauty you have is something that can only be gained through the red hot fury of war! Only someone like I my dear can fully appreciate your divine existence.'

Her impersonation was merely jest on her part. Akane was either so bored or exhausted that she merely wanted to see a grin on Yuki's face."Of course she may have died already or fell into the lap of some maiden. Either way I don't believe the rest of these Guardians are as useless." Akane scanned the area for the others and found them all absent for the moment. 

"Other than our apparent need to run off how do you like our chances? Horrible death by poison, torture, digestion by Demon?