[A cool reception is not enough to quench any of the fire burning in Hayame's eyes after being forced to listen to the Regent speaking in her head, to seeing the few people she bothered to know rendered powerless with a flick of a wrist. She cannot draw her bow and puncture armor, flesh, and organ here in this place. But in the real world... the only world that she might have left...
Dark hair, on his head and on his face like a barbarian. Blue eyes. Not quite two jo tall. Muscled like a laborer. Flesh spoiled by ink like a criminal.
This Kenoma will be easy to find outside of this false courtroom.
And right now... That will have to be enough.
Once she has memorized his appearance, her eyes aflame simply move to the next new enemy.]
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Dark hair, on his head and on his face like a barbarian. Blue eyes. Not quite two jo tall. Muscled like a laborer. Flesh spoiled by ink like a criminal.
This Kenoma will be easy to find outside of this false courtroom.
And right now... That will have to be enough.
Once she has memorized his appearance, her eyes aflame simply move to the next new enemy.]