None of Jin’s motions went unnoticed by the Imperator. So, he was quite attached to the sword… And the sword was attached to him. Their relationship was near symbiotic. Again, Saya could not tell whether she was pleased with this or not. Most likely not, considering that…
The sword practically radiated killing intent. Saya wasn’t the only one who noticed its vicious aura. Jin’s demeanor had nearly completely changed, practically in sync with Yukianesa. She didn’t like this at all.
“Major Kisaragi,” she began, eyes still on the sword, “surely you are not being so crass as to try and order one who holds authority over you?” She peered back up at Jin. So his indifferent behavior was all an act, she might have guessed as much. “Now answer my questio-” Her brother’s reckless dash caused her to stop mid-sentence. She froze, paralyzed by memories of their daily life. His fists, his angry words, and his overall hate had scared her senseless many times. Thankfully, she was taught how to fight back.
Saya stepped back, eyes locked on Jin. In a second, she sliced a vertical line between his eyes. She backed up a few feet more, dagger pointing straight at the Major. “… I thought we had outgrown such foolish behavior, brother.”