Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sharp rhythm of heels striking against the padded floor echoed inside the training hall.
Vice Principal Seris stood in the center, arms folded tightly, her unblinking golden eyes remained fixed on the entrance of hall, as her foot tapped once more.
Each tap carried the weight of her growing irritation. Her expression hardened by the second.
She was dressed in her usual training attire, simple, functional clothes. A plain top and fitted pants. Nothing extravagant. Yet the way she carried herself turned even the most ordinary outfit into something commanding.
Her long white hair was tied into a high ponytail, though several strands had slipped loose, framing her sharp face.
"How much longer does he intend to keep me waiting?"
'Does he not realize how valuable my time is?'
The thought only made her irritation worse.
A faint crease had formed on her forehead, deepening with every passing second.
