One day a few days after I was invited to the Student Council Room. I trained Roy and Emma in battle in the courtyard of a separate Rosenberg family home in King’s Capital.
Roy, with his sword resting on his back, comes crawling down the ground. For a moment, his contour blew – no, Emma, who was hiding behind him and approaching, jumped to the side.
Roy waving his sword from the front and Emma cutting in from the side. That’s the right time to say brothers and sisters.
But my fat muscles are sweet.
Jump into Roy’s pocket and slap his arm off the sword before the momentum hits him. A disturbed sword obstructed Emma’s path. Eat yourself into that momentary gap, Roy.
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