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Amaterasu, too, was glad that they had plans other than assasination. The divine wolf might have been ready to rip child kidnapping complicit town guard apart only two days ago, but that was before she remembered who she truly was, and this version of her wasn’t exactly eager to harm mortals like that.

Still, there was a connection between that desire and the hesitancy she’d had in her second bout to go all out against a tournament opponent, and she thought, hoped, that she could work out how to walk that line with a bit of practice gained here. The coffee magnate was somewhat deserving of divine judgment after all, Aaterasu just had to learn how to hand it out in a controlled manner.

The two Gigas bodyguards were a whole other matter, but she’d work out what their deal was by watching and waiting. Were they victims of the organisation's experiments, or willing beneficiaries of them? Right now she could not tell, but she hoped she’d be able to sniff out the truth before things came to blows.

Waiting was, overall, going to be her role here till things went off the rails. She wasn’t exactly able to get involved in the strategy talk. If she were to offer her opinion, however, she’d be all for Terry going up there right now and giving the coffee merchant a right good kicking, while being explicit that he was doing it because of her business’ association with G-Corp. 

Sending a message needed people to receive it after all, because they wanted it to be known that associating with G-Corp was now bad for business.  

That plan sort of required their local fighter to be on top of his game, which Harry’s cigar smoking wasn’t helping with it seemed. Sharp eyes and sensitive hearing were able to pick up on some kind of unease with the smoke that others might not manage.

She certainly didn’t like the habit either as it was playing hell with her sensitive nose. As such, when the detective next blew a ring of smoke, the Amaterasu swirled her divine brush and kicked up a brief wind that blew it right back into his face, as well as blowing out the flame smoldering at the end.

A little bit of karma never hurt anyone

Still, she wasn’t all stick, and so as a  carrot also offered the detective a [url=https://i.imgur.com/NgaBOO6.png]Pickled Turtle Neck[/url] from her stores to give him something to replace the cigar with, mouth occupation wise. He had missed lunch after all, and though it was an odd form of food, and smelled rather bitter, it was chock full of nutrients, and would give him a minute long stamina recharge boost to boot.