Growth Era - Second Phase

As the orange-haired young man separated from the group of three and walked away, the remaining two looked at his back and then looked at each other.

"So… what's the deal with him?" The jet-black-haired beauty asked.

"He is one of us." Amya gave a vague reply.

"What? One of us? Ah…" The other party wasn't much involved with the workings of LYS so she didn't immediately figure out the association she had with her. "Did you force him?"

"Oh my! That hurts! You know how I am. Did I ever once in my life force someone to join our movement?" Amya playfully showed an exaggerated expression.

"Sure, you didn't…" The black-haired beauty had to admit.

"Relax. I gave him four hours to decide what he wants to do. If he does want to join LYS, he would come to me. If he doesn't want to join, he can do whatever he likes. Simple!" Amya explained.