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[sub][@Sho Minazuki][@Lonewolf685][@I-Am-X][/sub][/center]
There was a shift. A shift in the progression of the battle, a shift in the amount of risk that the masked assassin was taking. And as flying blades cut off her advance, Otis’s hand went for his pouch again, smartphone slipping out and index finger on the sensor. One more finger press, and the camera whirred to life, recording everything that transpired on video.

The masked assassin and the ninjas that saved Fuuko. Seirin herself, caught in the frames, as well as the words that Kuuto exchanged with the assassin. Records, not for the Strigidae’s own memory, but for the purpose of sharing with others. Perhaps Koyuki would know what to make of ninjas; being as old and Japanese as she was, this would certainly be in the fox girl’s range of knowledge, wouldn’t it?

But for now, this incident was over. Otis flashed a small smile at Seirin before she left, before his expression turned carefully neutral once Kuuto addressed them. The phone, once again, was turned off and slipped into his pocket, and he remained quiet throughout, listening for what questions and answers would pass between teacher and student.

Otis, however, would not say a single thing.

There was no way he [i]wouldn’t[/i] want to get involved, after all.