The next day came and dawned upon the continent of Arc, and the first sight that greeted Leira was a sight that caught her off guard— Renzille, standing beside her bed, already dressed in her uniform.
In her hand was the sword she gave her.
Leira's eyes widened, her hand reaching up to rub her eyes to ensure she wasn't seeing things, but the image of Renzille standing there remained.
Once Leira knew that she wasn't dreaming, she groaned and rolled onto her side.
"Seriously?" Leira muttered, exhaustion lacing her voice, her eyes still half-lidded, as she struggled to guess the purpose of the early morning visit from Renzille. "The sun is not even up yet."
"And? Come train with me! Come on!" Renzille urged, beaming at her big sister as her enthusiasm became infectious despite the early hour.
