“Hmm,” Niti hummed softly, staring off at Hana as if he was in some sort of daze. However, thanks to a rough patch on the rails that shook the train for a bit, the red-haired boy quickly shook his head and blinked several times, registering what had just happened. Ah crap, he fell for it. That amicable smile and that good-natured expression, Hana is known throughout the entire guild to have a killer personality that could make an army of grown men cry and melt solid steel. Many had claimed that it was a spell, some sort of hypnosis. Honestly, he could only say it was just one of her many natural charms.

“Ah, sorry about that! Looks like I need to build more mental barriers.” Unlike the pink-haired samurai’s soft and ever-so-soothing smile, his grinned was filled with exuberance and daisies as he focused on Yuuka. 

“My Magic is a tad redundant compared to you guys.“ Niti’s grin reduced to a small yet friendly smile. Drawing a circle in the air, he conjured a small pink bubble. It floated for a while before it popped rather harmlessly on the ground. A rather unnecessary display, but he had a sudden urge to make bubbles. Who is he to deny such? “Soap Magic. Rather useless in combat, but great for everything else. Don’t hesitate to ask for healing.”   

“Oi, Dreamboat, what Magic do you use?” Niti ask, referring to Sage, as he prodded the muted boy’s foot with his own.