"Brother, were you trying to spice up the match?" Shin laughed out loud the moment Elior came into the dressing room. The others were looking at him too, not at least worried, but interested in what went through.
"Did it look that way?" Elior asked and touched the bruises on his face. "Well, if I planned, I wouldn't take those punches in my face."
"Still you looked cool there," Shin said in envy. "In the end I mean."
"You could look cool too if only you took my classes seriously," Elior snorted and looked around for the healer. "Where's Enna?"
"But I take the training seriously," complained Shin. "And Enna, she was probably with the other girls. Still, brother, your injury is like a pinch compared to what the others have been through."
