The Moonlight Swordsman (XXIX)

Right now, I've got two big problems.

First, my soul doesn't have enough life force.

And second... my constitution is missing something important—a second "heart" to keep it running properly.

I'm beyond fucked.

But yeah, I guess I should be grateful I'm still breathing or whatever.

"Aestrea...? Hello?"

Yara waved a hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I blinked.

"Huh? Did you say something?"

"Not really. Just called your name," she said with a shrug. Then, without warning, her hand started moving along my leg—slowly, deliberately.

I sighed and reached down to push her hand away.

I couldn't.

Fucking gorilla grip.

"...Fufu~," she giggled, her eyes sparkling mischievously, "Looks like you're not strong enough~."

I frowned at her words.

"...Tomorrow is the final match, so I need to rest..." I warned her, however, she didn't seem bothered by my words.