The chill of the morning air rolled on my skin as I walked down the busy streets, my jacket slipping lazily off my shoulders. I didn't bother adjusting it; it added to the effortless look I was going for.
In my hand was a boba shake, the sweet tea and chewy tapioca pearls providing a satisfying distraction as I walked aimlessly.
My thoughts drifted to the tournament. I should have been worried—nervous even—but instead, I felt oddly calm. There was no question in my mind that I would win. The real challenge wasn't victory, but what came in it. Will it be even fun? I wonder if I get to fight Queen or not.
As I strolled, my mind wandered to what Alpha had mentioned about the bandits. Something about it didn't sit right. She hadn't contacted me since that conversation, which was unlike her. A part of me was concerned, but another part knew she and other shadow mystics can handle it themselves.
