Mm, [Natori agrees succinctly, eyeing what he can see of the Daitengu through the crowd. This wasn't a deadly attack, but it was still something that needed to be handled. It was equally something that Natori didn't need to worry about. Wasn't that just the way they always went: Matoba had his responsibilities to his clan, and Natori was free to waiver on his own, to commit or cut out as he pleased.
The dolls swirl in front of him, keeping the birds away, but he's able to still roll his eyes at Matoba's parting words. Still fond despite himself.] Go tell that to your boss.
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The dolls swirl in front of him, keeping the birds away, but he's able to still roll his eyes at Matoba's parting words. Still fond despite himself.] Go tell that to your boss.