“Evil,” Jack declared, as they quick-stepped to catch up with the rest of the bushi. “Sometimes, you are pure evil.”
Daniel blinked, deliberately innocent. “I had a good teacher.”
Jack snorted at that one, then turned his face forward. Probably going over in his head the map Ayame and her bushi had sketched out of the streets and lord’s manor in Shitori. With the most accessible escape routes back to the Koutetsujou marked. Just in case.
Really hoping we don’t need them….
Yeah, Daniel thought some time later, standing with his hands raised by Jack in the manor courtyard surrounded by a circle of armed and unhappy Shitori bushi, we might need them.
Naokata was fuming, but barely twitching, taking his cue from Elder Dogen’s deliberate stillness. Ayame’s face was just as politely neutral; not smiling, but the arch of delicate eyebrows gave a slightly more upbeat cast to her face, as if she were absolutely certain this would end without anyone dying. Kibito was smiling, in a way that reminded Daniel of Teal’c looking forward to some lethal exercise. And Kurusu….
The samurai’s face was set, polite, and the clearest statement Daniel had ever seen of, I will kill everyone and everything here if my Lady requires it.
“You know, you’re not making them any calmer,” Jack muttered, just loud enough for a certain cranky bodyguard to hear. “And they have guns.”
Kurusu’s lips barely moved. “That is not a problem.”
“Ducking it is,” Jack grumped. “Lady Ayame-”
“Remain calm,” the lady advised. “Minister Yamazaki is being most reasonable.”