Final Selection

"Aron, don't start it. We didn't come here to fight," Sena shushed the young man before walking up to wrap her arm around his neck. "Didn't I tell you to shut up and leave the talking to us?" 

It definitely wasn't a friendly embrace as Aron's face got red from the gentle squeeze alone. It was clear who was the leader in their group as he couldn't even get away no matter how much he struggled. "Let go you—"

Number One made a mental note of Sena's physical strength as it was definitely abnormal. Despite being slimmer and shorter than Aron, she was able to subdue him with ease. Aron was only let free when he stopped fighting back and then he began fixing the brown nest on his head as if his image was everything he cared about.