Chiyo purses her lips. "A fair view, particularly when he was protecting his master, that Matou girl," she sneers a little, then composes herself. "I could be wrong of course, but with that weapon and that armor... I believe I know his name." Childhood stories arose in her memory, the tales her mother had told her when she was young and not yet burdened with the responsibilities of the family. "Sanada Yukimura, the Crimson Demon of War."