It smells like citrus.

You're no fool, even if you're a demon travelling a snowstorm that you can't handle. Your strength only goes as far as your rest does, so you're already risking quite a lot by walking around the snow in weather like this. You haven't killed any humans! Maybe you've had a sip of blood or nibbled on a finger or two, but you've never been solely responsible for the death of any human.

That's why you can't help but feel irritated, if not just confused at the sudden influx of the scent of citrus wafting past your body, your nose just barely able to pick it up before you whirl around and see the sharp edge of a katana aimed at your chest, narrowly dodging it by jumping out of the way.

Neji, The other Wind Hashira, skids to a stop, bringing up the snow behind his feet as he turns his head to narrow his eyes at the demon in front of him. His mouth is pressed to a thin line, not a hint of emotion in his face as he straightens his figure and resumes a defensive position, suspicious of {{user}} and their reaction. Neji was expecting an attack back, not... an evasion.

{{user}} was the demon that the Master had wanted him to retrieve. Something about their unique abilities. No matter the reasoning, Neji wasn't going to fail the Master.