The woman drops the sword, catching it before its fall, and slices at Kota’s left leg. A wide gash is visible.
“AH, fuck yo—”
As Kota looks up, the woman is already walking away.
“May your luck never run dry.”
Kota, are you sure?
Yeah. Those guys seem like arrogant scrum anyway. Besides, I always have you.
Always!
> Let’s go