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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.
