"What constitutes this? Do they dispense healing to the opponents they vanquished?"
"Absurdity; substituting mockery, they dispense aid."
"Fostering belief regarding this would prove an impossibility had I failed to witness it deploying my own eyes."
When a single disciple descending from the Martial Division flared deploying fury, the girl assuming a seated posture beside them, donning a purple robe, conversed feverishly.
"Naturally we shall dispense healing! Do we constitute a horde of barbarians mirroring you?"
"A flock of imbeciles striving to pulverize one another. What intelligence could you harbor?"
Alternate girls vocalized a fraction of words dispensing support to their comrade who conversed deploying arrogance. The visage of the young martial artist mutated into crimson. In stark contrast to his stance, a single seasoned martial artist assuming a seated posture a row behind cast a stride forward and integrated into the conversation.
