"I can see it." The girl stood up, walked to the window, and let the wind blow against her as she looked at the view.
"Don’t you like it?" Temisia asked.
"I don’t dislike it. After all, she’s doing these things for the team, putting in the effort. Wanting to perform in front of and gain recognition is very normal."
"It’s just, I’m a bit worried that if I’m too nice to her, it might create a trend in the team, and in the future, there might be unnecessary things done just to get my attention." The girl sighed.
She was no longer the girl who knew nothing five years ago; she now had a deep understanding of human nature.
"You really think a lot. If it were , I’d wait until the situation you ntioned arose and then severely punish it once, drawing clear red lines for them."
"That’s why we’re different people, huh."
"You have your style, and I have my thoughts."
"I care more about those who don’t show much but still quietly work and patiently contribute. Their accomplishnts should also be seen, and they too deserve praise. If everyone has to spend extra effort on showcasing their achievents at work, the team will eventually lose its essence."
"Many things need to be stopped at the budding stage. If you let them grow and then try to suppress them, it’s often too late; people have a dependency on their paths."
Although Hexia’s growth was not as smooth as Temisia’s, having gone through many hardships, it also allowed her to see things more thoroughly and ticulously than her sister.
"Though I don’t want to admit it, I’ve suddenly realized that you’ve grown up, Tilan." Temisia also recognized the crux of the issue at this mont.
"It’s rare that my sister isn’t being stubborn." Hexia’s mood suddenly brightened, wanting to tease her always proud sister a little.
"I’m not a fool, being as stubborn as you." Temisia coldly snorted in the girl’s mind.
...
"Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Are you free tonight? Let’s have a practice match. Even though we can’t use our bodies to fight directly, we can each control a Phantom Body, which is almost the sa." Temisia suggested.
"No problem."
Hexia was also curious about her sister’s current level of combat power. Moreover, she indeed lacked transcendent sparring partners of the sa rank at the mont. Many skills and secret techniques she had learned had beco like Dragon Slaying Techniques, without any space for actual combat.
The combat power of the other Songstresses was not as high as hers, and when fighting non-Songstresses of the sa age, most people would hold back for fear of injuring her and causing any public issues, leaving only that previous reckless challenger daring enough to challenge her.
...
Several hours later, in the underground battle arena of the mansion, two nearly identical figures stood opposite each other, with only the colors of their eyes different.
As they slowly floated, blue and purple Magic Wings slowly ford behind them, followed by blue and purple trajectories crisscrossing the entire underground battle arena. After nurous collisions, crystalline fragnts flew, the sparks of Magic collisions exploding as if in a flash, both figures repeatedly intersecting and vanishing as phantoms.
’Azure Bird’s Inheritance: Sword Flight Moon Slash’
’Fairy Secret Art: Wing Flash’
In an instant, the silver Sword Edge cut diagonally through the entire battle arena like a shooting star, and simultaneously, a violet-red lightning streaked through, brushing past the space-slicing silver Sword Edge and directly striking the silhouette with fluttering azure hair above.
The Silver Blade shattered, strands of hair drifted down, and at the point of crossing, the two stood back to back. The silver Longsword in Hexia’s hand shattered into fragnts, with threads of blood trickling down from her wrist. anwhile, on the other side, the girl with the sa black hair and violet eyes stood, the dark red Sword Edge in her hand slowly dissipating, a trail of blood trickling down her forehead, before her eyes closed and vanished.
"You won." Temisia’s voice slowly faded away in the underground space.
Although her talent was not inferior to Hexia’s, she lacked several years of accumulation, and at the final mont of crossing, she was struck by an unfamiliar move, losing her chance for victory.
In the basent, the girl landed on the ground again, her dress stirring up faint air currents that swept away the dust. At this mont, the bloodstains on her body disappeared, and her black short skirt dress remained intact. However, in this underground battle arena, there were sword marks and ravines everywhere, the most conspicuous of which nearly tore the entire field apart, incredibly ferocious.
Yes, she won.
The girl glanced at her palms and the backs of her hands, feeling a slight surge of strange emotions. Unlike the brutal victory years ago, this ti she defeated Temisia, once a peerless genius, completely on equal footing.
Perhaps, she’s not as fragile as she thought? Tilan suddenly realized this point.
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