Standing there, dressed in a sleek, midnight-blue kimono with a long katana strapped to her hip, was Izumi Ayako. Her dark eyes were fixed on him, and a small, enigmatic smile played on her lips.
"What a pleasant surprise to see you here, Rossana-sama."
"You're surprised?" Kurt blinked, genuinely confused. "Shouldn't I be saying that? Don't you have a tournament to prepare for?"
"Haha, and that is exactly what I'm doing. I am here to take on a request. I find that I need a bit of a warm-up before the tournament on Friday. A real blade feels different when it hasn't tasted blood in a few days."
'A battle junkie. Got it.'
"Wait a minute. Friday?" Kurt arched an eyebrow. "That's only two days away. Shouldn't you be resting, or meditating, or whatever it is you high-tier fighters do?"
