Had Masanori hailed from any other clan, Ami's even tone and expressionless face might have ruffled him. Being a Shizuoka, however, such presentation inspired nothing but the faintest hint of curiosity in him for the source. For all that people tended to tout that extremes were dangerous, even was not always better and nothing could scream more powerfully than anything. And it was, wasn't it? An observation made to be remembered for future reference, but that was that. His little game was done not for fear, but a sound word from the hungry mouth at his ear.

"Is that all?"

The question uttered, and with a smile that much wider, the letter was placed in her hand. He made no move to stand just yet, eyes still keenly focused on the girl.