[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/1KhpKLJ/chiyuri-header-b1.png[/img][/center][hr][indent]Another day began at their current camp and, once again, Chiyuri would get up early to do her chores. The greater part of the youngish Mican girl’s day consisted of training to keep both herself and her sword sharp and ready for when they would be needed.

To say the truth, the life of a mercenary wasn’t exactly what Chiyuri had in mind when she left her homeland, but one has to take some baby steps before they are able to run, right? One day she was sure that her hard work would be reward with the fame that she sought, but until then she would keep on persevering. The only thing Chiyuri would think of that would be better is if she could work for a company that took part in some less unsavory commissions.

Once she was done with all of her rounds of training, Chiyuri took a long gulp of the coolest water she could get her hands on and scooped some apples from the kitchen tent and headed out for a walk. It wouldn’t be long before she found herself in a grassy hill not that far away from the camp and spotted a familiar figure seemingly taking a nap there.

With nothing better to do with her time, Chiyuri approached the laying redhead. [color=darkorchid]"Hi there! May I sit around here as well?"[/color] she asked while throwing some shade over the other girl’s eyes.  [color=darkorchid]"By the way, do you wanna an apple?"[/color] Chiyuri said, offering one of the shiny red fruits to Shirley with a smile stamped on her face.[/indent][hr]