"What are you doing?"
"Watching you."
"Why?"
"Because I have nothing else to do right now."
The wolf woman stared at the young man standing several meters away, his black eyes fixed on her.
Her shoulder-length black hair had grown slightly longer since the last few months. She usually didn't let her hair grow that much. But this tike she did. Her hair with several striking red streaks running through it.
Aisha was dressed in her usual training attire—a black crop top paired with tight black pants that allowed her to move freely. Her fluffy black-and-red tail swayed slowly behind her.
She glared at Amon with her crimson eyes.
Only a short while ago, she had been practicing her swordsmanship inside the training hall. She had been completely focused on her movements when Amon suddenly appeared and began watching her without saying a word.
"Sigh..." Aisha lowered her sword slightly. "Don't make me angry. Now tell me, why are you actually here?"
