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Immobile, holding his breath, sensing the ebb and flow of his sword's force proved fruitless: he still couldn't hear a thing.

Frustrated, Kyo closed in and made his demands.

"What is it saying?"

Deeply concentrated on giving Tenro the evils, Yuya's dismissive wave was rewarded with a firm pinch of her nose. "Ow!"

"Tell me," he commanded.

"Ask him yourself. " Then it struck her. "You...can't?"

Crimson eyes narrowed menacingly.

A short grumble later, Yuya broke into a suspiciously sweet smile.

"Tenro-san says you have a terrible sense of direction. And that red doesn't suit you."

He pinched again.