We stood facing each other in the training field, the air between us heavy with tension. Sia gripped her sword so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that could slay a dragon.
But for me... it's adorable.
She was furious, no doubt still stewing over the scolding I'd given her in front of that man. Sia never liked being reprimanded, especially not in front of others. When we were together before, she had always been a stubborn child, refusing to accept any criticism without a fight. The thought almost made me chuckle, but I forced myself to maintain a serious expression. This was not the time to lose focus.
Suddenly, Sia lunged at me, her sword drawn to the left side of her body, aimed directly at my heart. I moved my sword to counter it, holding it perpendicular to hers, but-
