Fika and Nue laid together on the bed.
Nue had laid her head against the front of the bed and Fika laid her body on the upright proper position of the bed. They both looked at the now fixed ceiling together.
They sighed at the same time… and then they began to lightly laugh.
“We ate way too much. Ah! It feels like my teeth are going to fall out!”
Nue moaned with a smile. “Well, that’s not a problem for us Dryads we can always grow more teeth and just about anything actually.” Fika giggled and Nue’s face changed to one of shocked and slightly uncomfortable surprise.
“Wow, that’s uh… honestly the idea of it is a little weird to me.”
Nue stated honestly and as bluntly as a sledgehammer.
“Gosh. You’re so insensitive! You’re even weirder, you can change class and race! Both of those together? It’s unheard of.” Fika wasn’t as mad as she shounded.
“...I can change my body too. I can be a girl or a guy or… something in between.”
Nue blushed as she explained that last fact but not nearly as hard as Fika who was now at the heat and complexion of a flaring sun itself as she processed all the implications.
“W-what… are you? To be able to do that…?”
Nervous laughter came from Nue who stretched her entire body at the question.
“Well… I was given the choice between being ridiculously strong or having the chance to be what I want to be whenever I want it. I chose… to be like this.”
Nue got off the bed and then threw her body back on it so she was face to face with Fika.
Their faces burned even hotter now that their eyes met with one another.
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“Do you like what you see?”
This time the question was not a joke or a way to prod at Fika’s sensibilities.
It was spoken with a full and rare weight of seriousness. It was an honest inquiry to the heart.
Fika’s blush actually left her from the shock. The intensity in the red eyes of the woman by her side was like a calm but growing flame.
She was frozen in place from those words.The heaviness began to bear down on her and she realised that how she replied could change everything, even though she barely knew the person before her… there was an awareness that this was a crossroads.
“I… don’t know?” Immediately she felt maybe it would have been better to have said nothing or to think it over a little more, she mentally kicked herself for giving the most generic and possibly worst answer to anything important.
Nue didn’t change her facial expression, her lips did not waver or tremble.
Her eyes were locked onto the face of Fika with the precision of an elite sniper and then scanned her with that gaze. Finally after what felt like an eternity to Fika, Nue’s lips pursed upwards ever so slightly. “Well, that’s good to know.”
The mood became awkward to continue so they just laid there, blushing a little bit, looking at each other and resting their bodies though their minds were dancing madly from their emotions finding no way to let themselves go free.
Nue chuckled and then closed her eyes. Fika blinked a few times and then heard snoring right after. It wasn’t fake either. The woman who caused all this just fell asleep as if she didn’t have a care in the world and did so in the blink of an eye. Fika could only laugh near the point of crying.
“Well, if nothing else you’re very cute.”
Fika got up and went to her desk and began to write a letter to her brother… to issue the challenge. She wanted this uncertainty in her heart to fade away.
Once this matter was settled then she might be able to earnestly focus on… her.
Lincoe was being crushed by an enormous pressure from above.
His body was being twisted by a tornado of wind and metal.
Yet he stood tall and held back the forces about to break his being from every direction.
He focused and harnessed his ki and mana to the boiling point.
His own ultimate attack… he just had to test it against himself.
The winds settled and all that was left was Linoe on his knees, his clothes tattered and blood dripping from his fresh wounds. His hair was disheveled and his limbs seemed to have no strength left as they hanged limpy from his body.
Yet he was smiling a wide grin. He fell to the floor and reached for a bottle nearby filled with a golden liquid. An elixir to heal him to full strength. He’d shatter his form over and over and heal it again and again. As many times is it takes. Not just for the woman he loved but for himself too.
He heard a letter come through the mail box, hsi sensitive ears catching the sound, he chugged the drink and ran up from his basement to grab it, ripping it open with shaking hands… the fight would be the day after tomorrow.