Fate · Fight · Choice, and…Trust - I

With only a single day remaining of the week-long deadline, Seraphina, clad in her custom-made bodysuit as she had been in previous days, was seated on the ground, drenched in sweat from her exertions. 

This time, she had "wisely" brought a box of spare clothes and a bucket of water, which she had placed in a corner of the courtyard.

"Ansel," she called out through the gaps between the blades, her gaze fixed on Hydral, who was engrossed in his book. 

"What are your plans for what comes next?"

"After dealing with the Blazing Ice Viper?" Ansel asked without looking up.

"Yep!"

Seraphina, her long, full legs spread apart, bent forward, her hands grasping her toes. Her body was as flexible as a cat's, and she easily stretched herself out.

"After all, our opponent is an unreasonable creature..." 

Despite her words, her eyes sparkled with confidence. "You must have made many preparations, Ansel! I want to hear about them!"