Flashback
A short huff of air from his nose was the only form of amusement Kiro displayed after hearing Sagisō’s rude interruption. The lack of manners was truly a stain on the Hyūga Clan’s classy image. In all honesty, he wasn’t surprised that she had inserted herself into another one of his matters. Such royalty had every right to do as they pleased against the filthy commoners. As for Tayuya, hopefully her generous mood wasn’t soured by the interruption.
After letting out an annoyed sigh, Kiro shared a glance with the Sound woman to state his apologies. “Don’t worry Tayuya, I’ll deal with this.”
He lifted his right hand up and gently began to rub off whatever dust was on his clothing. His kunai hand went to the weapons pouch and stayed there for a few seconds before coming out empty. Afterwards, the Uchiha made sure to straighten up his posture before he faced Sagisō. Kiro was nothing but a peasant in her eyes so it was only fair he treated her with the utmost respect.
“It’s always an honor to be graced by such a noble presence, Sagisō. Please excuse my language. The only words I’d like to back up for you is my gratitude to the Hyūga. I am truly grateful for the knowledge I’ve received in these past months.” The Uchiha even bowed his head while simultaneously resisting the urge too gag. That feeling was due to those disgusting words that flowed off his tongue. It was like a diluted, colorless poison being slipped into his seemingly pure, virtuous tone.
There was one major disadvantage in fighting the Demon Princess on Hyūga grounds. Kiro wouldn’t be able to kill her. Instead, he would be forced to settle for beating her into a bloody pulp were they to do battle. It was strange how two of the people Kiro wanted dead were there to fight him when it wasn’t currently in his best interest to kill them. How unfortunate.
To be fair, it would also be a bit suspicious if he was hesitant to fight Tayuya only to engage in battle with a one-armed demon. How could he take pride in defeating a lesser version of either? Three months had passed though, which meant her arm had to be healed.
Raising his head, Kiro glanced at Sagisō’s once broken arm before making eye contact. His black to her magenta. “Oh by the way, how’s your arm? It would be rather dishonorable on my part to challenge a
cripple, don’t you think? If you’re going to spectate, it would be wise to keep your fragile body away at a distance. It would be unfortunate to suffer another injury so soon after recovery.”