Aina's hair fluttered, dancing in the wind.
The first time Leonel saw her break free of her curse, Aina's hair had grown to the point it was practically a river of its own, long to the point it graced the ground.
Quite frankly, Leonel really liked Aina's long hair, though she herself preferred it short mostly for maintaining peak efficiency in combat. Even so, she had always kept it long thanks to him, though not as long as previously.
Right now, her hair reached the small of her back, but that was still more than enough for it to be akin to a sea as it was carried around by the wind like that.
Soon, her aura settled down and she exhaled a breath. She opened her eyes and a blinding flash of gold rippled before it too settled down.
"How is it?" Leonel asked, observing Aina. Obviously, she had succeeded in the technique, but he wanted to know the details.
