[The shiver of panic over the crowd as the Tengu familiars swoop in at the Daitengu's closing remarks breaks the glow of the moment and Matoba's hand breaks free from Natori's with the same smooth movement which he uses to draw an ofuda from his sleeve, guard raised with the hairs on the back of his neck. It takes a moment to take in the situation, but after immediately turning his gaze on the Daitengu- who looks perhaps troubled, but not alarmed- his eye narrows.]
--I suppose Sakamoto-san did mention there would be detractors, [He mutters under his breath, and slaps one crow away who dares to go for his hair pin.] Ours.
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[The shiver of panic over the crowd as the Tengu familiars swoop in at the Daitengu's closing remarks breaks the glow of the moment and Matoba's hand breaks free from Natori's with the same smooth movement which he uses to draw an ofuda from his sleeve, guard raised with the hairs on the back of his neck. It takes a moment to take in the situation, but after immediately turning his gaze on the Daitengu- who looks perhaps troubled, but not alarmed- his eye narrows.]
--I suppose Sakamoto-san did mention there would be detractors, [He mutters under his breath, and slaps one crow away who dares to go for his hair pin.] Ours.