He put on a deadpan expression, looking at her as if she was clueless. "What do you want me to do about it?" He asked quietly, once again with that dry tone of voice.
"It won't matter." She replied. "But do you have some other area when can fight in? Using my abilities here where they can hit innocent passerby if you dodge isn't something I really want." I'll do what I please
"Don't be." Manaka muttered, his hand resting on the sheath. "Most of the residents are merely punks and criminals who were scraped off of the Seireitei. As long as you're here, law does not exist."
The ice blade slowly hissed as it slid across the iron fillings of its sheath. It gleamed in the sunlight, foreshadowing what its owner would do with it. Without hesitation, he took up a stance, knees crouched, and his blade pointed at Meimu. His fingers pressed against the tip side.
