[ Grumbled, half to himself: ] What a nightmare of a job this is turning out to be.

[ Low on mana, babysitting, running through some stupid maze full of traps instead of something reasonable like a head on conflict. Not to mention, the kid is probably tired as hell, like the rest of the humans. Whatever his logic ends up being, the angry fire sinks back into just coals, as easily as it had sprung up; that's the point of a bellows, after all, to be able to control the temperature of a flame with ease.

Muramasa tucks his sword under his other arm and offers Yuji a hand to help him get up off the floor. It's as close to an apology as he will give, in this situation. ]

Just... Watch where I step, will you? If talking about stuff makes it hard for you to focus, I'll shut up. You can tell me about the sword shit later.