The Academy’s halls echoed with the drum of the rain outside, and the rush of sharp storm winds. Harsh tempests weren’t common, not this high in the mountains, but the weather was still miserable. Although, that was nothing rare. The land of Lightning was an unforgiving place, and its climate reflected such. The cold was normal, while summer was always a strange few months.
Listening to the rain drum on a roof was odd. Satsugai was more accustomed to having it pour down around her, drumming on her skull and the stone streets. She liked it better this way; but not because a roof kept her dry.
The rain washed away blood far too fast.
Satsugai pinched the tip of her finger again, staring as a few more crimson drops welled up from the small cut and dribbled down to the dirt floor of the arena. Another squeeze proved futile, not much blood emerging. It was already beginning to clot. She’d have to make another prick.
She grinned, not moving her eyes from the drop that remained perilously on her fingertip, trembling slightly. Extending her free hand, she held it out expectantly, palm up.
“Oi, Kyōdai. Give it here.” The girl demanded.
Listening to the rain drum on a roof was odd. Satsugai was more accustomed to having it pour down around her, drumming on her skull and the stone streets. She liked it better this way; but not because a roof kept her dry.
The rain washed away blood far too fast.
Satsugai pinched the tip of her finger again, staring as a few more crimson drops welled up from the small cut and dribbled down to the dirt floor of the arena. Another squeeze proved futile, not much blood emerging. It was already beginning to clot. She’d have to make another prick.
She grinned, not moving her eyes from the drop that remained perilously on her fingertip, trembling slightly. Extending her free hand, she held it out expectantly, palm up.
“Oi, Kyōdai. Give it here.” The girl demanded.