"Why...?" Irma muttered in disbelief, "Haven't I gotten strong enough?"
Irma put all her strength into that punch, as well as what she had managed to learn from Osvald these past few days. Her technique was much better now than when she fought the Hunter, but still, Wain didn't even move.
"Of course, compared to when we first met, you're on a completely different level, but obviously, you still have a lot to achieve. Look." Wain pointed to Irma's fist.
Her fist was bleeding slightly and was covered in small scratches as if Irma had struck a steel beam, not a person.
"Now, do you see why it makes no sense for you to come with us? I'm sure there are some pretty strong men among the hunters, and to them, you're nothing more than a space." Wain said calmly.
Irma nodded and stepped aside.
"I'm sorry for acting overconfident. I actually was stupid." Irma bowed.
Wain nodded and walked away silently.
