She raised her head slightly..
She moved her soft fingers.. and pulled her short wet hair back..
She opened her eyes.. looked deeply then..
A calm smile slowly crawled toward her pink lips..
Then she raised her voice and threw her words toward the second-rank master..
"You look terrified.. aren't you a master? Act like one."
The master did not answer at that very moment.. but he answered later..
In that period.. between his silence and his reply..
Louise had shown her gloves again.. and moved slowly toward him..
Her steps were not hurried. For her the battle had already been decided.. for the master standing before her..
Finally.. his words came out.
"How can a fighter with your strength be subordinate to a first-rank master?"
Louise did not laugh.. unlike her usual habit. The master's question was not funny.. rather it struck the depth of logic..
