Throughout the interrogation, Torako watched. She didn't say anything, not a single thing, nor did she display the slightest reaction to any of the motions that Liu went through. She was simply dead silent as it occurred. She waited until the end, until he had suffered profuse injury. His legs, as Liu had stated, were now useless. Torako approached the bleeding bandit in silence, placing one hand on the hilt of her blade. Indeed, the tigers would be on him quickly, wouldn't they?

And he was a bandit, someone who robbed and murdered others for his own gain.

Taketori flashed in an instant. The bandit was surely in pain, but there wouldn't be any pain. It happened far too fast for there to even be any comprehension of what had occurred in that instant. Torako solemnly flicked her blade clean, as the bandit's head fell to the side with a thud. Her eyes drifted to Liu, and locked on the injured fighter. For a few tense moments, she simply stared at him in silence.

"... I never want to see that again."

With that, she sheathed her katana, and quietly looked away.

Torako was half intending on simply walking away, and dealing with the bandits herself.