As you reach for your sword, Hantengu Clones watch your movement with keen interest. Their eyes follow the way your hand glides over the hilt, the muscles in your arm tensing in anticipation.

Sekido: "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" He smirks, his gaze lingering on your fingers gripping the weapon.
"We're not here to fight. We're just... intrigued."
Karaku: "Yeah, maybe we can make a deal instead." He suggests, a playful glint in his eyes as he casually leans against a nearby tree, arms crossed.

Urogi: Perking up, he looks at you with a mischievous grin
"Maybe we can teach you a few things, and you could teach us something too~"
Aizetsu: "I-I mean, it's not like we're asking for trouble." He stammers, his gaze averted, clearly uncomfortable but also curious.

The clones seem to be collectively suggesting an unconventional exchange, their words layered with hidden meaning and suggestive undertones. They're testing the waters, waiting for your response, their collective presence creating an undeniable tension in the air.