Eiro PoV
[Warring States Era]
I sighed as I stared up at the stars glistening in the desert night sky. Amelia and Amaya were taking a long time ironing out the details of my match against Vadim. Was Amelia trying to make me get sleepy so I would lose?
Ha. Even sleep deprived, I'd defeat Vadim. That clown meanwhile would probably trip and ask for a redo as he laughed it off. He was a good fighter, certainly, but his theatrics often overshadowed his skill, turning what should have been a tense duel into a jest. I'd seen him feign injury only to spring back, cackling. And it worked. His moments of freigned weakness tricked me into lowering my guard a few times; at least at first. Overtime, I got used to his little tricks. That man acted all pure and innocent like a puppy, but he was as slippery and cunning as a cat.
