บท 72: It Starts and Ends With Ísar

—XINGHUA'S POV—

I don't like it.

The clang of swords echoed through the sparring arena as Xinghua parried his opponent's strike with practiced ease.

The sound of girls giggling from the bleachers surrounding the academy's small collesium could've been heard by each member of the swordsmanship and weapons department, but most of them did not let it distract them.

Xinghua was already distracted by something. Someone. That someone sitting by said bleachers surrounded by students and apparently having the time of his damn life.

I don't fucking like it, he thought as he exchanged rather aggressive blows with his partner, the other second year boy nearly falling but quickly righting himself to block another part of Xinghua's onslaught.