Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

The blonde heaved her head off the floor, "Thirty, I’ll take thirty," she finished her sit-ups, wondering if she should even attempt push-ups.

The little wind picked up the blonde locks off her face, coming from the feet swinging off the bedframe, "Are we ready to go?" A purple sundress, a hat and a scarf-cape that could wrap around her arms—a dagger taped to the side.

"Yeah, yeah," Jotou peered to her friend. Friend. And one thing she could read from her friend’s face, "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," Fumeko shook her head, her gaze was lowered the entire time of the blonde’s short exercise routine—a solemn look.

"Somehow I doubt that."

"Did I do this the last time or am I just getting bad at hiding it...?" the brunette crossed her arms and glanced elsewhere.

"You were never good at it to begin with; at least not with me."

"You’re just too paranoid, you keep second-guessing everything. I’ve gotten better at hiding my thoughts you know. You’ve known me the longest, so obviously you can see through it."

"Maybe you should ask Asobi to teach you how to lie and pull of a trick," the blonde smirked.

"Hng," air left her nose, "She may be the best liar, but she can’t tell when someone’s lying. I’d rather have the second."

"The best way to lie is to add a bit of the truth. And you need to believe it’s the truth yourself. Probably what Asobi does. I did the same with my parents all the time."

"Or just conveniently leave out parts of the truth like Hotaru," Fumeko rolled her eyes.