A young girl with a pair of wolf ears appeared in front of him. Like him, she too was wearing a flaxen-colored sleeveless shirt, paired with rusty-colored pants, and a pair of cheap-looking shoes.
Her carmen-colored twin-tail hair was slightly dancing as the slight wind caressed them.
However, unlike him, she was holding a short sword.
He wondered how she was able to summon such a sword in this world. He guessed that he skipped reading it in the manual. He didn't read the whole thing as it was too long and went to the most important indications.
Regardless, after materializing, the girl showed the same reaction as him-- puzzled and in awe of the place.
But when her eyes landed on him, they narrowed like the eyes of a hawk that wanted to devour its prey. Such as the eye of a predator.
"Are you my enemy?"
She asked as she pointed the tip of her sword to him. Her voice was, well, the voice of a person who was ready for a battle.
