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Kiriko is on her way towards her certain pink-headed friend. When she felt a presence approaching her. She immediately retreats from her position and jumps a block from where her target is located. She saw a man, around mid-20s wearing a long blue cape and a grin on his face.
"As I have suspected. It was the Cloud Fairy Reaper who intrude our territory."
She stands up straightly, brushing off some dirt that sticks on her black clothes. She is wearing a black leather jacket fitted to her body proportion with a sense of flexibility for any possible situations that may happen during a fight. Her box weapon hanging on her belt with a jegging to pair her combat boots. She has no cover for her face. She has no care if the enemy could see her bare face. She won't give attention to it– since they will be defeated afterward.
It is not over-confidence. Kiriko was simply taught by her brother to finish her opponents without fail. The fight may end up a draw, but do not let yourself be humiliated by losing to a weaker foe.
Shitty and selfish advice for her. A person grows up on every failure. She is very aware of the contradiction of her brother's advice from what she believed in. Despite that, she still executes to the best of her ability not to lose in every fight she face head-on.
