Taking the heap of wood in my arms, I ferry them into the kitchen and set them down.
Sakuya: Yep! Good work. I’m just about ready to use the fire, myself.
Kei: Wah, Sakuya-san, watch what you’re doing!
Sakuya: When you’re as used to this as I am, you don’t have to worry about cuts. You and I are on a different career path, so chill out.
The knife in her hand continues to move without faltering. As much as she boasts of it, it’s little surprise how skilled she is.
Sakuya: ……Ah, right. A dirty manacle acquaintance of mine’s come outta the woodwork.
Kei: Someone from here?
Sakuya: Oh, no. Someone from outside.
Kei: Wah, now that is some coincidence. In places where more people gather, I suppose it’s possible to see someone you know, but…
Sakuya: Since I met her in a place I didn’t expect, I can’t help but have a bad feeling, though. She might barge in here, so I’m telling you now.
Kei: As long as this place is alright with her, there are plenty of rooms, so I don’t mind.
Kei: What kind of person is she?
Sakuya: She’s Senba Uzuki, and she’s a stubborn, inflexible bitch. And I hate to be the one to say it, but she at least makes a good guard dog in an emergency.
Kei: ……Guard dog?
Twisting my head in natural puzzlement, I ponder at who she might be.