Cecilia stood in front of the mirror, carefully running a brush through her long, blonde hair.
Her mind kept wandering back to her brother. Kai had left with the Sword Hero, and though she knew it was the best thing for him, a part of her couldn't help but worry.
'At least he'll grow stronger,' she thought, trying to convince herself. She placed the brush down and gazed at her reflection, scrutinizing her blue eyes.
"I can't wait to spar him when he comes back," she muttered softly to herself. It had been a long time since they'd sparred—years, in fact—but she couldn't shake the sense of rivalry, the desire to catch up to him, to prove herself.
She wasn't weak. She had the potential to be a great swordswoman, and once she passed the entrance exams for the Institution of Magic, she'd prove it.