Yukishiro Sa sat on a small futon, holding a bamboo cup with a porcelain-skinned hand. The steam rose from the ember colored tea and spread the fragrance of fresh tea leaf to the entire room. She held the teacup with delicate fingers, and handed it over to Qi Wangsun. She then spoke meekly like a typical Japanese housewife.
"Qi San, here is your tea."
"Tea my ass!"
Qi Wangsun waved a hand and nearly knocked the teacup to the ground. The amber-colored tea juice spilled out and down to the hardwood floor.
"Bakayaro!" The middle-aged man in Sumari dress suddenly pulled a taut face and pulled the blade out from its sheath. Cold lights ran down from the body of the blade and seemed to have lowered the temperature in the room. A powerful Blade Qi rushed forward and forced Qi Wangsun to lower his head.
"Kawakami San, please don't!"
