{Shion}
[They can dance. They can fight. But this? This is where tradition wins.]
I smooth down my perfectly pressed uniform, watching that gyaru bitch make out with her friend while that feynal girl pretends not to watch. Disgusting. No discipline, no respect for the sacred art of magic.
[Just like Zhang used to be... before I fixed her... Or tried to, I guess.]
The memory of Zhang on her knees in the guild training room, begging me to teach her "proper form," makes me smirk. She was so eager back then, so willing to learn. Until she wasn't.
[But it doesn't matter now.]
The Mirror Match will break them. Fighting yourself requires perfect control, perfect form - everything these Crescent Moon children lack. The Honda Guild's reputation might have taken a hit in the first two rounds, but the final victory will be ours.
[And maybe then Zhang will finally understand what she gave up when she chose her "principles" over us.]
