𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚

"People say that I am cold-blooded. Merciless. A bitch. And so what? The world is unforgiving and cold itself. If I resented all these rules I had, I'd be dead. Come at me, if you dare."

Taka: "*Sigh!*...I can't really fight anybody, it's against my rules anyways. How I miss the days of my youth." What??? But this stranger looked like they had to be somewhere between 18-20 years old.

“Go on—praise me more. Feed the ego my strength has earned.”

Taka found himself eyeing Christie up and down as she got into her fighting pose. "Unfortunately? I'm not your next opponent."

The r̲e̲a̲d̲e̲r̲ had better utter nothing but praise when speaking her name.

“. . . Most if not some of a warriors society would find you already being so with speaking like that.”