Some Faces of Old & New

The beastman boy, Kamisen—such was his name—and his teammates fought as best as they could. Unfortunately, they spent more time crafting defensive walls and water shields to save themselves from the ferocious wolf than actually dealing damage. That was the problem with overthinking. Every team needed at least one "I'll hit it till it breaks" kind of guy.

It was amusing to watch them dart around as the nimble, fire-spitting wolf chased behind them.

"Why are you here?" she asked, not looking at him.

Damian, however, did look at her. Her unusual, blue, flowing hair was strikingly strange yet perfectly suited to her sharp features. Her growth was far more noticeable than his own.

"Sightseeing," Damian replied. He caught her eyebrows rising in exasperation as she turned to look at him. Damian averted his gaze, pretending not to notice.

"What's with the funny hair?" he asked back.

"Don't know. It's probably because of my job," she replied.