Coming Home, Disaster Part IV

“WI-SA-NA!!!”

And it was followed by a slow shout that made the owner of the name jump. Then he looked back and saw a slim figure of someone running toward him fast. Moreover, she was coming with a large, folded paper fan, too!

SMACK!!

Right after that, Wisana toppled as the loud, clear voice of two solid objects collided. The Nemesis members around all jumped, except for Mek and the master and the disciple from the magic warrior class who saw that this kind of thing was coming in the first place.

“Babe, why’d you hit me?!”

Wisana yelled, rubbing his head in pain. And yeah, even though it was just a paper fan that smacked on his head, it still hurt like hell when he got hit in full swing like that!

“This still isn’t enough for what you did, Wisana!”

The newcomer shouted at the top of her lungs. She pointed the paper fan to the other’s face. Those light grey eyes were staring at him threateningly. And of course, Wisana put his hands in the air in surrender right away.