The clearing stretched beneath the golden sunlight, its dancing shadows caressing the contours of the sacred spring. Yoko followed Dezeil away from the others, her light footsteps crunching on the damp grass, her mind still haunted by Soulcalibur's memories. The others watched them leave, palpable tension hanging in the air.
Kaiser whistled, impressed, his hands in his pockets. "Personal training with Grandpa? How much of an impact did Megane have on him for him to do something like that?"
Seyca nervously twirled a strand of her hair before answering softly, "I think he saw the same flame of determination in Yoko that he saw in her sister."
"Bullshit," Eli scoffed, crossing his arms. "She was terrified ten seconds ago."
Jenny, still sitting on her log with her arms crossed and her cheeks puffed out, cut in sharply. "Anyway, we're not going to spend all day standing around."
