[b][u]Sangue Naga[/u][/b]

Life at the academy certainly felt strange.

And it, indeed, was strange, but it was not the kind of strange she had become accustomed to. She found it strange because there were people like her in it, alongside a plethora of different kinds of people. Strangeness had become something she had grown used to, but she realized that there were different kinds of strangeness one could confront. The strangeness of unfamiliar things, the strangeness of learning.

The strangeness of living amongst people.

Warm-blooded people, because no person was cold-blooded. In the end, even the seemingly coldest person hides a fire that burns violently or warmly. The cause of the fire was what determined their motivation, and their motivation determined their end goal in both activities and life itself.

Sangue Naga followed her leader with a silence that had become more than a habit. Her scarred eye remained slightly closed, and her other eye let itself remain half-open. Her blade, her claw, her will- she carried these weapons with diligence.

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The red-haired woman nodded, and her teammates seemed to be plentifully ready themselves.