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A few weeks later

The scorching sun was an after thought. The horrid humidity that drenched everything and hung thick-even in the night, was but a bad dream that had been momentarily shuffled away. In the heat's place was stifling, rigid cold. The humidity was barren, the air dry, cracking skin and lips alike with ease. Snow fell in the rain's place, forming mountains of snow that were quickly plowed away.

Despite the frigid weather, Teito was alive with activity, and growing more alive.

The western sector, popular for its nightclubs and modern things was a hot spot. Even from her humble inn, she could hear the distant music, and see the lights coming from the entertainment hub. The eastern sector and southern sectors were also experiencing something close to a boom in business. Tourists, and natives of Japan were all flocking to these places. CEOs, business owners, company men, and people of high status were also coming to Teito.

Despite all of that, her focus remained within.

On her inn.

On Ryu.

Her Ashikabi.

Miya prepared another meal.

It was her usual routine, and had become her regular routine since she got so many visitors and guests. Her body language nor expression gave nothing away. There was nothing to read, but much to decipher. Though, trying to decipher that would be impossible. She had control over her emotions and actions-she knew the danger in losing control for even a second.

She traced his eyes around the kitchen-there was more than enough food to feed five people prepared, and she was still preparing more.. The table in the next room was so clean she could see the reflection of everyone seated or around the table itself. Despite what happened a few weeks ago with Ryu coming here, and the silence the followed since then from Ryu, everything within her inn seemed to be the same as usual.

For everyone it was, but for her, it wasn't.

Well...

Minato hadn't been able to adjust to having Sekirei.

He was a lot better than he had been before. In the beginning he had been an indecisive sputtering fool, allowing his Sekirei to do as they pleased. There had been little order and she had to dish out punishment, and still was for that matter. Minato was good at listening, so she wasn't sure why he managed to gather such unruly and rowdy Sekirei under him. Musubi was earnest, but her hearing was selective. Kuruse was the most balanced out of his group. Winging Juusa, Namiji, and funny enough-Yume, Minato had yet to adjust to the rigors of being an Ashikabi.

It could be credited that Musubi and Tsukiumi still spend more than enough of their time competing as much as they sparred. Kazehana was more inclined on teasing and causing mischief among the pack. Yume was more reserved and was just content to be around Minato. Kuruse spent most of her time helping with chores and correcting Tsukiumi. It was no surprise that Namiji joined into the spirited competition. Juusa was like Kuruse and more reserved, preferring to help the best she could and keeping to herself other than that. Though, the group dynamic had changed as a result of this, and it was something that Tsukiumi was still dealing with in her own way.

Insisting Minato is her husband.

Namiji was a tall Sekirei, and cheerful.

Her eyes were grey. Her brown hair was kept wild around her head, while some longer strands were tied into a tail falling down her back. Some strands weren't in the tail, too long, or unruly, to be tamed in such a way. She wore a rather immodest red top, leaving her back uncovered. Part of the top hooked around her shoulders and kept her breasts covered, but also exposed a fair amount of her skin. A long white cloth was wrapped around her hips. Long red gloves. tights, and stockings, ending in a white rim, complimented her look.

Juusa was the opposite of Namiji. Reserved and calm, she didn't openly show her affection for Minato, and if she did, it wasn't the least bit noticeable. For being so reserved, she was also very prickly at times. Her hair was very long, black, reaching her waist, with a swath swaying towards her left. She a traditional kimono white and blue with no sleeves, with a bow tied around the waist on the back of the kimono, along with a flower tied around the waist in the front. Black boots and red grappling gloves completed her outfit. She also had a tattoo on her left arm.

Miya wasn't ignorant of the facts, though. Minato had grown powerful, incredibly so. He may not know it, or look it, but he had a lot of power. He winged the last Sekirei that needed to be winged, the others were winged by Ryu, and the last two by Natsuo of the Discipline Squad. The only one remaining was Kagari, and Minaka would be pulling that trigger any day now.

Equally so, Ryu had become dangerous...And, it was her fault.

All her fault.

"Kazehana-san..." Miya said, clearing the noise that hung thick in the room. "Could you bring Uzume here."

"Making a fuss, Miya-san." Kazehana said a little lightly, laughing while she took a sip of sake from her saucer cup.

Miya frowned visibly. She set down her utensils, wiped her hands, and gestured for Kazehana to follow her. "Musubi-san, Juusa-san, and Kuruse-san, take over for me please. Kazehana, come with me."

"You're getting all scary again, Miya-san." Kazehana said as lightly as she could, not meeting the woman's gaze.

They were in the living room. Kazehana found a seat on the couch-something Ryu and Minato had went half on when it was clear bean bag chairs and things of the like weren't going to do with seating all of their Sekirei comfortably.

"Are you going to play that game?" Miya asked, tone growing cold.

She kept her eyes focused out the window.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Miya's expression said nothing, but her eyes were starting to shift. "I lied to Ryu in order to cover for Uzume. I only did it because she begged me, and as a favor to Takehito...You're involvement, it wasn't needed!"

"Ryu wouldn't have backed down."

"That is my problem to deal with. I deal with him. I understand him better than anyone else. I went too far lying to him like I did, but that is between him and I. You getting involved made things worse. It's no longer just between myself and Ryu, but now you're involved. And, you were way too coy with your flippant remarks."

Kazehana shifted, growing scared. Miya was getting a...Dark look in her eyes. Her gaze was steady, flinty, and she wasn't blinking. It had been a long time since she seen this side of Miya surface. A killer that didn't blink or even flinch as she cut down her foes. Someone who feels no emotion. No empathy. Nothing. Just a cold void, like her black eyes.

Hannya Of The North.

First Leader of the First Generation Discipline Squad.

Kazehana was treading on thin ice. Miya could punch her right now, and the blow would be capable of snapping her in two. It wasn't an over exaggeration. Miya may prefer a sword in combat, but if she wanted to lay in a punch-that punch would be nothing short of horrendous. It'd be a choice between getting cut to ribbons and bloody matter, or getting bisected with a punch.

She knew Ryu was capable of much worse. He may not have the same strength as Miya, but he would eventually...He was already starting to get like Karasuba...

"I admit I was out of line for saying and doing what I did. If I never got involved, things may have not escalated to the extent that they did. However, Ryu wouldn't have backed down until he seen Uzume, if I didn't add in what I did, something unnecessary would have happened..." Kazehana trailed off with a sigh, scratching the nape of her neck.

"We can only move on from this point."

"Very true, but I'm warning you..." Miya clenched her teeth, starting to exude nothing but murder. Kazehana shrunk down like a wounded child. "Cross the line again, and we will be having an encounter."

"That far?"

"I don't know how Karasuba survived, but she did. Minaka helped her along, likely. You won't be as lucky."

Kazehana bit her lip.

This was starting to get dangerous. She was getting on Miya's bad side, never mind the fact she angered Ryu. He was already unpredictable as it was, but with Uzume's latest betrayal, that'd be the last straw. In his eyes, Uzume betrayed him, and in all honesty, Ryu was right. His Sekirei betrayed him, her Ashikabi. His first Sekirei betrayed him, at that. Kazehana couldn't imagine the turmoil Minato would experience if Musubi ever did something along those lines, or any of them for that matter...

Miya started the downward spiral and that burden was weighing heavy on her, already. Miya didn't need her inserting her own fifty cents into the exchange, but Kazehana couldn't help it. Ryu was dangerous. He was Karasuba's Ashikabi-and while she mellowed out in some aspects, she was extreme, and growing more extreme in other aspects. He may have stormed inside of the inn and dragged Uzume out with brutal force.

All the more, Miya wouldn't have done anything.

Miya did her part and would now stay on the sidelines, like always.

"Aren't you worried for Chiho-kun's safety? I'm not saying Ryu will do it...But, once he learns, and if he already knows that Uzume betrayed him for Chiho..." Kazehana narrowed her eyes, biting her tongue.

Miya remained stoic. There was no hannya mask, only darkness and oppression. Kazehana felt herself starting to give to the weight, shoulder heaving, lungs gasping for oxygen.

"That is the Sekirei Plan...Now. You know this well enough, Kazehana. You were there from the beginning of all of this. Minato is your Ashikabi, not Chiho. Don't think what happened under Ryu's roof will be happening here. If you have the slightest inclination towards that I will terminate you. And, you know when that happens-a Sekirei can't come back. Your loyalty belongs to your Ashikabi."

"I'd never think of anyone other than Minato."

Miya didn't look impressed. "Considering who his father is, I'd say there's no irony. You'd be doing yourself a favor if you stopped talking, Kazehana. Alcohol is like truth serum."

It was the simple reality of the situation. It's what took her husband's life. He tried to put an end to this madness before it ever began. Minaka ended his life. Minaka ended the lives of many who tried to rebel or get in his way. Even the ones who seemed to provide amusement were taken out swiftly. Chiho's condition and circumstances provided the man amusement, and everything that can possibly happen because of that, now, and in the future, amused Minaka. It excited him. It elated him.

It was also a fact Kazehana had strong feelings for Minaka, however, Minaka only seen her as part of the Discipline Squad and nothing more. Takami had that place where Kazehana wanted to be, and there had always been bitterness and jealousy there. Miya found it pointless considering Minaka had never been right in the head-the first day she awoke he was grinning and talking like a maniac.

Now, here Kazehana was with Minato.

Minaka's son.

"What if Ryu kills her?"

"What if Hayato storms the hospital and tries to take her? What if Minato tries it? What if Karei kills her own Ashikabi?"

Miya shook her head, calming down. There'd be a time to speak to Ryu, but now wasn't that time. She needed to speak to Uzume, first and foremost. She needed a reminder about where her true loyalty belongs. Chiho's condition was sad, and her circumstances were even worse, but that didn't mean Uzume was going to go and play hero because she felt sorrow.

Whatever drove Kazehana to be winged by Minato was her business, and only her business.

"You're excused, Kazehana-kun. Go and get Uzume for me now. Stay out of my sake."

Miya didn't pay the busty woman another glance, lest her ire be tempted once more. It wasn't often she felt rage. Pure and distilled rage. There had been only a handful of times, less than that, that she was consumed by rage. She could already feel a shift-a very dark shift. It had happened long before this did, casting its doom and gloom throughout the days and nights forcing her to stay awake.

She didn't want to entertain war. A world war. Minaka would start the whole thing, and the Sekirei would be in the middle of it. Still, as dramatic as that was...Horrible. Wretched. Twisted. It still felt short of Minaka's grand and excessive madness. With MBI's technology alone, a war would be a losing endeavor on anyone's part-though it would happen, soon. Those flames were being kindled for years through careful and subtle antagonism on Minaka's part.

What was Minaka's end goal if it wasn't all out destruction...

She never took the time to consider it before.

Takami didn't know, because she spent the better part of her time trying to stop and prevent everything he was setting out to do. Natsuo wasn't privy, and if he was, the man didn't give off a hint of being special.

Events. People. How it all comes together. Minaka cared about that sort of thing. What made Musubi react to Minato as opposed to Ryu or Seo, and vice versa for their Sekirei and vice versa and so forth. However, if he was to focus that into the context of battle...The results would be extreme and drastic. Minaka was playing with forces that could shred Teito in two and reduce continents to land masses underneath the ocean.

If her and Karasuba went at it-Japan wouldn't be left.

If Minaka was pushing for things...

Miya shuffled the thoughts away, righting herself while breathing out a sigh. She really couldn't drop her guard, and truth be told, she never had the relaxation of being able to drop her guard. Now of all times, she wasn't sure why she thought she'd be able to relax for even a little while. Carelessness. Arrogance. Naiveté. Complacency. In any case or event she'd never allow Uzume, or anyone else see her so shook up.

She had an image she had to uphold, and she just had enough dignity to not become an emotional mess for the entire world to see. She wasn't going to start yelling, cursing, and spewing venom. She made her decision, and there was no turning back from it. She wouldn't be doing it again, and however things played out from this point, it all depended on Uzume's actions.

Miya turned her head a fraction.

Uzume entered the room, wearing a pair of jeans and a simple blue shirt. She winced, closing the door. Her face was still bruised and battered from the beating she received per Higa's order. Her right eye was still black, and the left side of her face was starting to turn dark red, as opposed to purple. Her left eye was black, like the right one, and a streak of blue went down her cheek like a stain. Her torso and legs, covered, were just as battered and bruised as her face. No bones were broken as far as Miya had said, but it felt like it.

Breathing was a laborious effort and she was reminded of the time she had thrown up because she drank too much. Ryu had pulled her hair back and up while massaging her back. She had been about to protest, but the small comfort he provided helped her gut wrenching be just a little less painful and frazzling. There were a few times vomit had gotten in her hair-not a lot, but it was still vomit.

"You wanted to see me, Miya-san?"

"Take a seat, Uzume."

Uzume did as she was told with a meek nod. She didn't crack a joke or grin a sly grin like she normally would. She was serious and wounded. Wounded physically, emotionally, and mentally. She really had no energy to do anything else other than eat, sleep, use the bathroom, and socialize for a little while in Maison Izumo with the new company.

It was a few moments before Miya moved from her spot. It was a few more moments before the purple haired woman took a seat across from Uzume, maintaining a proper posture despite the situation. "What I am going to say is self explanatory and obvious."

Uzume made no reaction, she only listened.

"The bond between Sekirei and Ashikabi is unbreakable. Nothing can get between the two. Nothing. They are everything to each other. I'm not sure when it happened, but you began to center things around Chiho and make her everything. That is folly, Uzume. You center things around Ryu and he is everything to you, there is no other way for the Sekirei. Do you understand? Why do you think this is happening? The Sekirei are willing to do anything and their Ashikabi are willing to do anything to protect them. Karei has dragged you into her mess, but truth be told, you were working for Higa before you were even winged by Ryu. Though, back then, it wasn't anything like it is now."

It had mostly been for money, in order to pay rent.

Miya sighed internally.

Uzume felt herself shrinking. "I can't go back to Ryu like this. He'll lose it and go to Higa's place, that's what Higa wants...I just..."

"I understand how you feel about Chiho, but..." Miya tried to separate her emotions from the situation.

She couldn't.

If Takehito by any chance had been in a situation like Chiho was in, Miya knew what a shadow of doubt-she'd be carrying out the deed. She'd carry out the worse and seediest deeds just so Higa had no excuse to say anything or make threats. In time, she'd kill him. Slowly and painfully. However, before that time came, before her opening appeared, she'd be at the whims of that greedy man.

But, for Higa to be so slick he would have to make Takehito sick in the first place.

Higa injected Chiho, or had one of his cronies do it.

Premeditated. Turning future events in his favor, and being able to sway future events in his favor.

Cunning bastard...This is the sort of man Higa Izumi is...

Miya took a breath, closing her eyes. It had been a long while. It seemed she'd need to call in a favor.

Call Minaka and Takami, both, personally. Minaka would certainly agree to healing Chiho from her illness. He'd erase the illness completely as if it had never been there in the first place. The only stipulation would be that they get Chiho to MBI. She'd call Takami in for that-get a military escorted ambulance to Higa's hospital to remove Chiho and take her to MBI. She could get around Minaka's stipulation with a threat-a show of force wasn't in order, if she as much changed her tone, Minaka would get the point.

The man wasn't that far gone.

"I don't know what I was thinking...It all just happened, and before I knew it...I-I went down that path. Battle lines are being drawn." Uzume sighed, miserable, raking a hand across her scalp.

"Emotions and rationality never mix. You can say that emotion are irrationality." Miya looked towards her house phone, starting to stand up.

"I'm scared, Miya..."

"You have nothing to be afraid of Uzume. Don't underestimate how much Ryu loves you. You have no reason to be scared of your Ashikabi. You've allowed Higa and those working for him to warp your perception."

"What if he attacks me or kills me? Can I come here?"

Miya suppressed a growl. "I will never deny a person in need, but this is your problem. Uzume. Take care of it before it spirals out of control."

Uzume's eyes glossed slightly, then dimmed. "Yes, Miya-san."

"Relay this to Karei. Bring disorder ever again, and I will terminate her."

Teito University. Many considered it the Harvard of Japan. It was the most prestigious college to attend, and they were always stringent with their testing and the scores from that testing. Getting into Teito University wasn't quite like winning the lottery, but it came close. If anyone was serious about their education, Teito University was a dream come true.

The University had been undergoing a lot of renovations as of late. More dorms and living quarters were being built. Another cafeteria, gym, and several lounge rooms were also being built. Each would be its own building naturally, with the lounge rooms actually being somewhere multiple people could gather and relax, or enjoy drinks. Another extension was being added to the engineering and physics departments.

There were more renovations and things being built-MBI had even pitched in considerable funds.

Yukari stay focused. She wasn't sure what she was reading, no matter how many times people ran through it for her. She was a woman. She wasn't built for construction or anything of the like, and equally so, she couldn't read blueprints. She was mostly here as a guard, and if Higa had anything he wanted taken care of, she was on standby to carry out the task.

Shiina was by her side, which brought her relief. These days, she rarely let go of his arm.

The room she was in was extremely spacious. There were couches, tables for food and other things of that nature, chairs, recliners, and even a drink stand. There were three doors off to the side. Two leading into smaller meeting rooms, the other was two bathrooms, once the door was opened there were two more-side to side once one stepped through. An array of windows gave them a view of Teito's night skyline-a beautiful sight, with MBI tower shining the brightest next to the entertainment hub-the western sector of Teito.

It had been going on a month now that Higa, and a good portion of his legion were in Teito University. Most of them were actually going to class or at least living in the dorms. It was more than unsettling since the University-being within the confines of it, was the only time she ever really had any privacy. On the streets, Higa's eyes were on her. In his tower, they were on her. She felt like a caged mouse, and she hated it.

She hated the feeling of being oppressed.

She kept her discontent hidden well, executing her duties to the best of her abilities. It was a simple relationship. Complete the mission. Report. Go a few days or several hours without having to see Higa's ugly face or one of his cronies telling her that she's needed. Most of the time Juma was dealing with her, and Yukari always maintained her politeness and tried not to upset the woman.

"Yukari."

Kakizaki's voice ripped her away from her mental solitude. She didn't know what he wanted, but it couldn't be good. Any single time he took that tone, somebody was about to be punished or worse.

But, delaying in responding or simply saying the wrong thing would be enough to get her punished.

Up to this point Yukari would like to think that she's escaped unscathed because she is valuable, but the truth of the matter was the fact Juma was always present whenever she was alone in the tower.

"Is now the time for that, Kakizaki-san?" Oshino asked, one eyebrow arched.

"I agree with her sentiment. It seems a little detrimental, there are new buildings and such being built here. Let's not ruin the atmosphere." Hari seconded.

Kakizaki bit back a curse, barely controlling his anger. "Mites should be stomped."

"Something as tiny as a mite isn't worth all of that attention, Kakizaki." Hari remarked, smiling.

Higa, like everyone, watched the exchange intently. Kakizaki and Hari never got along and it had been the man's idea to try to send her to Hayato's side-through some stroke of luck, Hari was winged by Ryu, bringing back invaluable information on the unpredictable man. It had been their fifth encounter, at best, and the two were already at each other's throats. Hari was cute in her approach, something that vexed his old friend to no end. Whether Hari did it on purpose, he didn't care.

Kakizaki wasn't even supposed to ask her that question in the first place. That would wait. The first and only question pertained to these blueprints and where the last cafeteria should be located. It wasn't something fickle or without meaning. Information was always exchanged in places with high volumes of people, and a cafeteria was a hub for information. Depending on its location, it could start to factor majorly in his steadily growing intel network.

He had to wait on his allies overseas-they wouldn't move until a hostile action was taken or an opening was presented to bring MBI to its knees.

He wasn't a gambling man, however.

"Before we touch on that, let's finish this." Higa stated, before things got too out of control.

"I concur." Aika seconded, eyes intently reading the blueprints.

Yukari looked at the large red circle with some structure inside of it on the paper. The rest were crossed out, a sign that their location was decided and building would commence as soon as possible. "How about you put it next to the library?"

Juma's eyes flicked onto Yukari. "Explain."

Yukari sighed as everyone looked at her, if only briefly. She wasn't sure if being blunt was a good idea, but she seen no better option. "It's cold, and all of the cafeterias are a distance from the main library. If you put on there, I wouldn't have to walk halfway around campus..."

Yukari cleared her throat, laughing a little nervously. "It could also be good for communication and information.'

"We'll go with that." Higa decided. "Now, moving on."

"Who is the person you are suspicious of?"

Yukari struggled to hide her grimace upon hearing Ichiya ask the question. Akane, Oshino, Juma, and every other person present were staring at her with all intent. There was a coldness there, like the sort of cold that freeze bone marrow and wilts a person's bones. She learned it was inclination towards killing. If some of these Sekirei and their Ashikabi could kill, they will. Some of Higa's Sekirei were the worse.

She didn't want to see a slaughter or a single person get killed. It was bad enough she had to order certain people to get taken out and deceive others into a swift, but gruesome demise. She never seen their end, and she didn't bring it personally with her own two hands, but she was equally responsible. Perhaps that guilt was starting to weigh down on her

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. "Three of the administrators."

Higa's expression said nothing as he poured wine into a glass. A few of the Sekirei seated around him did the same, but indulged in it without any reservation. "Bring them here."

Yukari would have entertained herself with the festivities and party. She would have tried some of the wine, even though she wasn't of age. She would have taken a seat with Shiina-and while she did do just that, she wasn't relaxed like she normally would be. More importantly, she would have blown off this whole thing without a single care and just leave the room. Higa wouldn't be upset the slightest, as her tasks were complete. But, something was holding in her place.

She didn't know what.

Move. Get out of the room. You know what's about to happen.

Her mind was screaming, flaring, burning, but her body was the exact opposite. Dull. Unmoving. It wasn't responding to her mind's command. She couldn't execute her mind's command. No matter how hard she strained or tried, she couldn't move. She couldn't even utter a word. None of Higa's Sekirei had such an ability that she knew of, and there was no reason for him to have such a measure taken.

The room was getting cold, and she shivered. She wrapped her arms around her torso and wished she could shrink until she was so tiny, it was like she didn't exist. She spent the majority of her life going with the flow and just being the center of the action. She was social, intelligent, sharp, confident, and more than a little sassy. The exact opposite of her brother, but Minato would never get himself into something like this.

She missed him. Missed his fretting voice. Missed his quiet, but protective presence.

Brother...What are you doing right now? Are you okay?

Perhaps it was her mind coping with the reality of the coming situation.

The door opened. Oshino took center point. The three professors of the university stepped in after her. They were composed in their posture and expressions, but it was clear nervousness was starting to set in. A path was parted for them, going all the way to just a few feet in front of Higa's desk. They stopped once they got there, not following Oshino-who went a few feet behind Higa's desk to take a seat on a large couch.

Higa watched Yukari with a steady gaze. There seemed to be some confliction going on within her. The expression on her face said as much. He took a look at the wine in his glass, took a sip, and swished it around.

The liquid was placid, but...

"Akane. Miou."

The screams didn't reach Yukari's ears. The clutching her legs and skirt of the three dying people before her caught her attention. The blood on her face, shirt, legs, and even hair...

She screamed when one of the professors died, blood overflowing from the man's throat in his last moments.

Juma took a step forward, hands clenching.

Why...

"Why!?" Yukari screamed, hands scrambling.

Her nails began to wilt with blood as she clawed at the floor. As the two dying people clawed at her. She couldn't hear their pleas-they were choking, their eyes were welling with tears and turning as red as their blood. She couldn't take it. Death was staring her right in the face and she hated it. She was mortified. She didn't want to see...

"Why did you kill them!? What was the sense in that!?"

Her heart hammered like thunder.

"Shut your mouth, you little wench." Akane snarled, eyes hard. "You're not privy to everything that goes on! They had it coming."

"They're dying and dead!" Yukari was becoming hysterical, the last hand clutching her leg refused to let go.

Finally, it lost strength.

Yukari sucked in, but no oxygen would come.

"Yukari-sama!" Shiina screamed, palm already bursting with his decaying power. He would level this whole tower. They'd kill him in a rush but not before he brings everything down around them like hell fire and brimstone.

"What did you do to her!? She's going to die!"

"You want to try something, little boy!" Akane was up in a flash, spear pointed for his eye.

"Just try it!" Miou, Oshino, and Ichiya echoed.

"Enough! You're going too far now, Akane!" Higa snarled, and with that-Juma sent Akane flying into the nearest wall. She ran right for Shiina, knocked him out with a punch to the jaw, and grabbed a hold of Yukari, before running out of the room. She didn't spare a glance or mutter in Higa's or anyone's direction, she was solely focused on the task at hand.

Akane hit the floor, body peeling itself out from the wall.

"Dispose of them." Higa ordered, eyes glinting.

He focused on the Teito skyline.

On the city of Teito itself.

Soon, it'd all be a war zone.

"I'm going to put the noose around the neck."

Time to execute my plan to take down MBI and destroy this farce of a game...All in due time. Only one Sekirei is left to be winged, and there's the Jinki as well...Patience. I'll strike, soon enough. The opportunity is there.