Ryo Hiroshi
'She made me win,' Klaus thought inwardly as he gently lifted Aoi up. She had given him all the signs. In truth, Aoi was saving him from embarrassment and, possibly, from learning too much too soon. Having practiced since she was seven, it was only natural that she would be much better than Klaus.
But Aoi was shocked by how quickly Klaus was learning her swordplay. What took others years to master was being grasped by him in mere seconds. It was a talent that was hard to ignore.
"Nice duel, Brother Klaus," Aoi said, walking out of the arena, her cheeks flushed. Klaus's hands had pressed against her waist during the ending of the duel, and even though he had let go, she could still feel the warmth lingering there. The sensation made her blush deepen.