"This is your condition? Really? Well, I have no problem with it." Ellianor grinned. A trial was in order, and he felt like beating anything that came his way.
A trial would not significantly stop him, if she was as strong as Jello said, it could make a good endeavor. 'Besides, she does not look that dangerous without being drunk.'
Her chest was crestfallen, and her face sunken and puffy, her eyes bloodshot and her face laced with sadness.
She looked more like a sad homeless person than the killing machine he fought some hours ago.
"I see… for the first trial, then, we are going to play catch. You touch me, and I will teach you swordsmanship. Once you are ready… just call my name, Juan, and I will come."
She jumped from the bed, the IV bag no longer connected to her arm. She adjusted her robes and started to walk out of the room. Ellianor stared at her back.
