MASKS TO UNVEIL! CHAPTER 31: Prize
Sencha looked at him as he swung his sword effortlessly, but it was majestic. Somehow, she felt a familiar fierce and viciousness from how he looks right now. His white sword, adding the golden ornaments dangling, made a gentle noise. She tilted her head and twirled her sword.
"Hah, I guess you're a strong wielder, aren't you?" Naxzi smirked, looking at her hands. Now, when he looked closer, her hands were actually rough. Just like him, Sencha's hands were rough making it look like she was one of his men. When did she start training to have her hands look like they were so firm and unfathomable?
