Frost and Flame Beneath the Same Sky
"I have a technique," Leon continued, stepping closer. "Heaven rank. It suits you."
Her pupils widened just a fraction.
"For me?"
"For you."
A hush came with the breeze, pulling shadows long across the sand. There she stayed - threads of silver falling like quiet rain behind her, a close-cut cloak of brilliant white tracing each lean line at her middle, the faint blue band drawing sight without asking. Cloth lifted now and then, brushing low against her limbs, murmuring where it met unbroken skin. Still, inside that grace, a thinness showed.
Leon saw it.
That small, careful look in her eyes.
The look of someone who had once lost everything—and feared losing again.
Seeing this careful girl, Leon's heart softened. His voice dropped, warmer now. "Sit down. Now that your Amethyst Summit Division swordsmanship has reached perfection, it's time for me to teach you another secret technique."
