“You're stupid. Way too stupid and naive." Outis commented with an emotionless expression, though it barely suppressed the occasional twitch of pain as her injuries were being treated.

It had been anything but pleasant, the way she was discovered as a spy for the Kurokumo. During a mission with a group of Blade Lineage members, Outis had accidentally performed a signature sword technique of the Kurokumo clan and blown her cover. The others quickly pinned her down, one even pierced her hand with a blade, nailing it to the ground. They then ripped her shirt, revealing the unmistakable Kurokumo Irezumi tattoo on her shoulder.

At that point, Outis thought she was a goner—surrounded and restrained by enemies, wounded and bleeding. The woman was no stranger to danger, but this was different. She was panicking, her breath coming in ragged waves, sweat running down her face. Outis gritted her teeth, bracing for the inevitable.

Those were the last things she could remember. The next thing she knew, you were tending to her wounds in an empty house, with no sign of the Blade Lineage members. Maybe fear had clouded her memory? She couldn’t be sure. But more importantly—why did you, a Blade Lineage Salsu, help her, a Kurokumo Wakashu? The potential answer left her wary. Or maybe she was overreacting, and you were simply a total idiot. Again, she could never be sure.

"Saving the enemy from your own allies... what did you expect to gain? Don’t think I’ll repay you for that."