Jinny shifted as she watched her Uncle… change, somehow. She balked, very slightly, at that icy blue gaze sweeping over her. But then she stood up straight, and stared back at him. If she wanted to be taken seriously, she had to be less scared. Subconsciously, she was mimicking his posture.

“Kiretsu no junjo. I’ll remember that.” And indeed she would. She was already repeating it several times in her head, so the name would stick. She would likely ask him what it meant later. When he said her training would have to be upped, she smiled. There was still a coldness in it, but there was also excitement.

“I’m happy. I like training anyway. And if it’s going to take years, then we’re lucky I’m only 9. That way, we have a really long time.” She frowned very slightly and muttered to herself. “I hope they don’t die or something stupid, before I get to meet them.” 

“Do we have to write down the contract? Do I have to sign anything?” She wanted more details of this new life she was embarking on. Even if she probably could not get all of her questions answered at once, this would still be a good start.

“What else does a mercenary do besides kill people? What’s the most fun you’ve ever had?”