Releasing her immediately, the young ninja shielded his eyes from the new brightness that threatened his senses. Eyes glaring at her, Raizo pulled out his kyoketsu-shoge, his weapon of choice, ready to defend from any other attack she decided to send his way. Dark gaze finding an intense expression, his line of questioning changed to a tone of demanding, "Who sent you? Why am I here?"
His tone was filled with bitterness and irritation, wondering which of the nine clans were hired to help the Ozunu recover him from the wild. A wild beast was a proper description of what he was made into. Only continuing to be considered human by the narrowest of margins, Kiriko would be the one to thank for that. Without her presence in his life, his instinct would have been to attack rather than defend, but the young ninja wasn't the same beast he was raised to be. "What trickery is this?" He continued to ask questions in his heavily-accented English, waiting for her to either answer to make another means of attack.