Zeph's POV
I changed into a black V-Neck shirt and black and white slim-fit trousers. Then I looked in the mirror to style my hair and saw my nose. The bruise had turned purple, like her hair. Well, at least she wasn't whiny or a loser as I had expected her to be. I liked her fighting spirit.
I was ready but this was going to be such a nuisance to spend the whole evening fraternising. Suddenly I felt like my shoulder was being crushed. I cringed before turning around to find Mikasim standing there with his hand on my shoulder.
"Bro, you were so good with that sword, give me a few tips as well," he beamed at me. "I hardly won plus Sarim Sensei will train everyone." I tried to shrug him off before leaving the room.
