"You came."
"...I shouldn't have."
"Oh? Then I would've gone looking for you."
"Ahem, all right, there's no need to make things this oppressive right from the start. Tone it down a little?" Jiu Ming spread his hands as he looked at Kyon and Mikuru, who had already begun to tremble. "My friends are under a lot of pressure."
"Friends?"
Kazami Yuuka merely swept her gaze over Kyon and the others before withdrawing it. Completely powerless humans... they held no interest for her whatsoever.
"Say, this is the one you're going to fight?" Haruhi grabbed Jiu Ming by the collar and dragged him into a corner, questioning him in a low voice.
"What kind of question is that? She's clearly the one who wants to fight me." Jiu Ming looked at the rather displeased Haruhi. Did he like picking fights?
Obviously not... probably.
"Hehe... is that so?" Haruhi gave a cold laugh. "You really do have good luck with women. You two... how are you planning to fight later? Until you're covered♀in blood?"
"Ahem, I won't bleed." Jiu Ming coughed lightly. Why did he feel there was something strange about what Haruhi meant?
"Yeah, yeah, you only leak air, right?"
"Quit it." Jiu Ming reached out and patted Haruhi's head despite her displeasure. "It wasn't easy getting here, so we should enjoy ourselves. Once I'm done fighting and come back, there might be some pretty major commotion during it..."
"Is that so~?" Haruhi narrowed her eyes and glanced at Kazami Yuuka. The other woman was slender and tall, with an exceptionally good figure... she would absolutely be a smash hit as a model. She didn't look like she had any high-end combat power at all... though that blonde old monster who always wore that unpleasant smile had been the same.