"Hey psychopath."
The princess swivelled her head and parted the purple strands to behind her ears, "Sup loser?"
The breeze brought about a cool night and upon the balcony none of it was scarce. The chimes jingled, the shrubs rustled as Jotou walked to the balustrade.
"How's planning going?" her blonde locks drifted.
"Pretty good. Soon enough all of you can join in for the feedback. They really want your strategy ya know."
"Mine?" Jotou scoffed, "I can plan for myself not hundreds of soldiers."
"Don't sell yourself short."
"I don't think it's considered 'selling myself short' when it's on this scale…"
"I'll say it again," Daiyu rolled her eyes, "You got this, scale be damned. How's training been goin'?"
"Pretty good. Shoulder-Charge is harder than it sounds," Jotou lifted the sleeve of her blouse to reveal a blackened bruise.
Daiyu winced and snickered, "Ara getcha?"
