[Portia's POV]
I had never thought that having short hair would be this useful. My head feels lighter than before, as if half of my life problems have also been lifted from my head. Ah, I will ask Diane to fix my hair later, even though she would be surprised and become hysterical about my current condition.
We are driving down a tree-lined street toward the empire palace placed on a hill. I look out the window and find an interesting view. Under the scorching sun, some empire's soldier train on the ground with sweat dripping on their face.
"One!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Two!"
They swing their wooden stick back and forth with all force. In front of those men, a big man in his training suit stands with his hands on his waist and puts a big smile on his scary-looking yet reliable face.
