[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

"Just because it happens doesn't mean it has to be accepted. We are beings who are capable of making choices, and rules cannot live if there is no one to follow them," he stopped, sighing and then taking a long breath, becoming serious once again. He turned around, seeing the drawn blade and then looked up into Ken'ichi's eyes, appearing hurt and angry that he had raised a sword against him after expressing his feelings and opinions to Ken'ichi.

It was true that his father's orders had higher priority than his, but at the same time he saw that he could use Ken'ichi's own tactics against him. "And you hold your blade against someone who is higher than you? I'm sure there's a rule against doing that," he smirked, not being the one to have memorized all the rules and traditions since he didn't really like them in the first place. He was certain it would have gotten Ken'ichi in trouble, and pointed at the sword, "And so you wouldn't mind being punished for that? ...Rules or no, I think it's going too far, raising a weapon against family."

"If you aren't going to back down, then I will be the one to accompany her. I will explain to my father and make sure she remains safe," he raised his bag and sword, holding them out to Ken'ichi. It was clear what he wanted just from the gesture, "Can you carry these? I will carry Fumiko as we head back, and i don't think I can carry everything." His wings spread from his back, the feathers were smooth and almost perfect, having an elegant purple sheen on top of his black as he moved them about. He waited for Ken'ichi to make a move so that he can pick up Fumiko.