"It's brutal."
Diana commented from the side.
"You will soon have your chance."
My honest statement earned me Diana's uninterrupted gaze.
"I don't get why are we even doing it? I mean, I understand the instructor's logic, but still, it's not like everyone is meant for fighting in such a brutal and... barbaric way."
Well...
"You don't have to fight like these guys."
I turned to look at Diana, who already had her eyes on me.
"That guy—Noah, he has a strong build, which is why his style is based more on strength."
Diana, hearing my words, paused for a moment, processing them.
"So what style will suit my body?"
At her question, I lowered my eyes to look at her body.
It was filled in the right spots, with a figure that could be called hourglass by the standards of women's beauty used in general.
As for Diana's legs, they were supple, with the right amount of muscles and fat.
For a body like that...
