Oh no.
Hao immediately knew what was happening.
Kurome hadn't just left to cool down or give her sister a chance. That was only the surface. She'd gone out, picked her sharpest blade, and handed it straight to her opponent with a smile.
Yan Shu'er.
The real threat.
And she was now here, fan twirling lazily in one hand, eyes glinting with hunger for victory.
Where did this little brat even get a freaking fan?
This wasn't Kurome stepping aside. This was tactical delegation.
A full-on ambush dressed in etiquette and manners.
Kurome really called reinforcements and then made it look like mercy?
That was messed up.
Incredibly clever.
And also very, very female.
Hao glanced at Yan Shu'er, now inspecting the table's edge with the calm focus of a chef sharpening her cleaver.
Across from Yan Shu'er, Whis was still stretching, completely oblivious that she was already on the chopping board.
