Mukiwa drank the perfectly temperatured tea in one gulp, handed back the cup, and continued to eagerly watch the arena where the "Red and White Battle" was about to start.
Her two hands resting on her legs gripped with a moderate force, showing her extremely joyful mood.
Kiryu quietly took in Mukiwa's actions and chuckled softly.
"Young Master, your tastes really haven't changed at all."
"You've been like this since you were a child, loving to watch these kinds of fights and competitions, enjoying stories of sword masters who are like one man against a thousand or heroes who draw their swords to help those in distress."
"Perhaps until I grow old and die, I will always love these things," Mukiwa winked playfully at Kiryu.
"Hmm...?" Just then, Zhouzhu, who was watching the commotion around Shiwei Hall's "Main Array" from afar, suddenly murmured in confusion, "Strange... why haven't Toshisuke and Mr. Tachibana returned yet..."
