"You're not doing well it seems."
As the moonlight shone and pass through the transparent glass, a woman in black slowly approached the middle of the room where a child, barely 5 years old, was sitting. The child's eyelids are tightly closed, her long silky silver hair seemed to be shining. The child probably hearing the woman's statement didn't react in the slightest nor did she seem to care about the dust gathering around her as she continued to sit and meditate.
Something flickered on the woman's right but she did not bother to look at it, instead her figure continued to slowly approach the child in the middle of the room.
"You're so persistent in training and honing your body, are you not aware that it may affect your growth?" The woman sighed as if her life is advancing near the eye of the storm.
But the child still did not answer. She continued to close her eyes and sit straight.
"...my child," the woman called again.
The woman finally approached the figure of the child. Under her long black robe, a slender snow white hand appeared, its palm landing on the child's head. The child still did not bother reply, but her body slowly swayed to the left as the woman swiftly caught her preventing the child to fall on the cold concrete.
"...you fell asleep in the end."
The woman let out a laugh that soon turned into a tired sigh.
"You've done enough, Lissana," she whispered to herself. "You've done enough."
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Lissana
Fantasy"I've finished mastering literature." "Oh my, how about alge--" "I already informed you yesterday, Charlotte. I am done with algebra too." "Is there anything you can't do?!" "...I can't cook?" "Ah, you're mentally unstable as well aren't you?" "...
