"Nothing right now," Touka replied shortly, shaking her head. She grinned over at Kanaka. Finally, someone with an actual backbone! If only this girl had been made clan head; then the Mitsumine would be worth the continued respect of the Hakurou. As it was, though... the boy was nothing but bows and apologies. He had no fight in him. "I've said all I came to say and seen all I desire to see. Keep the cloth; that is a goodwill gift from my family to yours, but the blade was to be a present for you yourself, and I do not think you worthy of it." She spoke bluntly, meeting Ryuunosuke's dark eyes calmly. The blade she spoke of was visible inside the wrap of cloth; it looked to be a short [i]chokuto[/i], with a sheath and hilt of dark brown wood.