Mistake Answer: "Why didn't she throw any this way?"
Berrento: "…Is that really what you're worried about right now? They're about to start fighting again!"
Wail: "Relax. Lightchaser's been through this before. In public she always leaves the audience some breathing room…"
GodDraw77: "…" Somehow it felt like some horrible incident had happened when she wasn't around.
By the time the chaos wound down, it was already 10 at night.
Golden Hills had prepared a grand feast in the plaza. Rumor was that every dish came from Epic-tier chefs. Dinner would start in half an hour, giving the students some time to wash up and change after a full day of matches.
Rita's uniform was already dry from the night wind, her hair a tangled mess she'd lazily tied back, her bag dangling from one hand as she hummed a tune on her way back to her room.
But the moment she shut the door, a voice rang out. "Winning by such a close call—feeling proud of yourself, are you?"
Who? Who had to ruin the mood?
