As the rising tower of tension built higher and higher, its weight on the world growing heavier and its presence more unignorable by the second, inevitably, it would at some point reach the breaking point.
"...!? Tsk!"
Before the masked figure could follow through with his nonverbal threat of lopping off the other's head, Hanami Chisa suddenly flicked her wrist, the metal fan in her grip knocking the sinister opposing blade away and immediately jumping away to create distance, hopping across numerous sakura petals floating with the wind to gain height at the same time.
"You may have your reasons, as do I. However, the importance of one is simply far greater, and should you not be a man who would show his face to an unhostile interlocutor, nor even use his authentic voice, for what purpose need I pay you even the slightest consideration?"
