Convenient for the group, then, that they had a wielder of the wind with them when dealing with dust-wielding rats. A few delicate coughs came from behind Akito, followed by a stiff breeze that managed to clear at least the worst of the cloud.

"Well done, Terumi-san!" Mitsuya couldn't quite hide the residual quaver in her voice from the unearthly effects of that awful sound, but the supernatural fear itself had largely passed, allowing her to pluck the scroll from the ground. She regarded it curiously, as well as the remnants of the dust pile where the rat itself had stood just moments ago.

"Curious..." she murmured, tapping it against her chin. "I do hope it didn't die. That would be a pity. Well, shall we move on, then?" she added, perhaps a bit more upbeat than the others might be entirely comfortable with.