"Wait, what?"

One second the demon was watching the battle between Yui and Lorenzo intently. The next he was placed on babysitting, er, watch duty. Sighing, Kenji gripped his hat a little tighter as the Naitoburēdo rode into the camp with pride and power. As if they owned the place, one of them walked out of the carriage; a mammoth of a man, he reeked of Yokai scent and sported naught but a black kimono and a pony tail. Kenji rolled his eyes.

[i]"So our fearless leader ditches us, just like that? Well isn't that just a leak, no, a PISS in my cherry juice....ah well, it's not like these are actual enemies that can pose a threat. Worthless piles of....why the hell does eveyone around here wear a freaking kimono?"[/i]

Kenji was rustled out of his thoughts as the Naitoburēdo leader-or at least he appeared to be the leader-stroded up to him. "You there! Servant of the Tsubasa Clan! Lend me your ears for this declaration of war!" The man glanced at the new Yokai, a sneer tearing at his face.

"Are these the guards to the Tsubasa pride and heritage? Hah! Mere children do not belong in war. I, Terumi Yagami, declare judgement on you all!" At that, several more men clad in black kimonos arrived, swords pointed at the Yokai. "Surrender to me, or pay with your miserable lives."

Kenji sighed and turned to the newly recruited demons. "Well? You heard the beef-cake. He wants us to kick his ass black and blue. Anyone wanna make the first move?"