The trio walked through the streets of the northern district for a few minutes. Kizaer leaned on his cane and was forced to take small hops with his good leg to keep up with the girls' pace.
After a while, the trio gradually slowed down until they came to a complete stop. The girls breathed a sigh of relief, while Kizaer remained indifferent. Despite the slight fatigue from hopping around, his mental state was much more stable than theirs.
"Man, my mom is going to kill me…" Joane said resignedly.
"Relax, Joane. I'm sure the warrior Justine will handle this situation." Ciona tried to console her friend. Kizaer observed the interaction between the girls in silence.
"Ciona, tell me, have you ever been in an embarrassing situation because of Kizaer?" Joane looked at her friend, not expecting a coherent response.
