[That...didn't sound like the Yukimura he knew. The words, the monotone -
- the clear intent to kill. The clear intent to kill him.
Saitou didn't make the first move, although his hand stayed at the hilt of his sword, ready to act. He could only hope it wouldn't come to that, but...this wasn't promising.]
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- the clear intent to kill. The clear intent to kill him.
Saitou didn't make the first move, although his hand stayed at the hilt of his sword, ready to act. He could only hope it wouldn't come to that, but...this wasn't promising.]
Yukimura-dono, this is not like you.