Chapter 118: Shikigami Arts
Nero slumped against the lunch table, his breath coming in slow, measured gasps as the last remnants of adrenaline drained from his body.
His uniform clung to his damp skin, a testament to the relentless sparring session under Zen's ever-watchful eye.
His muscles ached, his arms felt leaden, and even the refreshing afternoon breeze felt like a cruel taunt against his exhaustion.
"Look at you," Mio teased, crossing her arms with a smirk. "You look like you're about to pass out."
Nero groaned, rolling his shoulders with a wince. "You didn't have to spar eight times with Zen in one hour."
Mio chuckled, her amusement evident. "Next time, remember not to make fun of Uncle Zen."
Nero leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, and shot her a lopsided grin.
"You know, you look much prettier when you smile. You should do it more often."
Mio's smirk faltered for a moment, a faint shade of pink dusting her cheeks before she quickly turned away, arms still crossed. "Idiot," she muttered, but there was no real bite behind it.
Nero chuckled but winced as a muscle in his side protested.
"Anyway, one last class for today, Shikigami Arts. Honestly, I've been looking forward to this one the most.