Well, that was efficient. He didn't even bat an eye. When you'd spent over thirty years fighting Hollows in all their various permutations, you tended to get numb to even the most violent of displays. Or . . . he had, at least. Hinamori wasn't like that, and frankly he'd worry if she ever got that way. It wouldn't suit her.

"It's fine."

Though the two teenagers might not think so. Civilians tended to be frightened by this sort of thing. He was no stranger to being thought of as just short of a monster even here, sometimes. He was rather sick of it.

"And yes, we should." He'd let Teito handle talking to the kids. He was terrible at that part of the job and he knew it. Hardly the most reassuring presence. Teito would likely come across as a bit more sympathetic.

"Kidou. Spiritual magic." The literal translation was 'demon arts', but that was a misnomer and tended to give the wrong impression.