The temperature of the room, which was already hot from Tucker's attacks earlier, suddenly rose significantly, to the point that even Tucker, who was used to heat, started to feel uncomfortable.
Feeling something trickling down from his forehead, he reached up to touch it. "Sweat? I'm sweating?"
As a fire Elementalist, his body was capable of withstanding against extreme heat, and it was rare for him to sweat.
"This kid is something," he murmured with a chuckle as he wiped his sweaty forehead.
Unlike him, sensing the impending danger, Cyrus ran to the furthest part of the room, away from Juin, and took off his sweat-stained shirt before crouching down on all four and watching Juin.
Meanwhile, in order not to lose face, Tucker could only stand still and stare at Juin, who remained unmoved.
"Is it…" Tucker cleared his throat, which seemed to have constricted suddenly, and asked, "Is it coming anytime soon?"
