Little Zhen Finally Starts To Worry About This Kind of Thing

"—Little Kita?" Anjing Zhen looked over in surprise. "What is it? Oh, is there something you don't understand about the earlier training arrangements?"

"Ah? No, it's not about today's training."

The one who had returned after leaving was Kitasan Black. Hearing his question, she hurriedly waved her hands, then habitually scratched her cheek as she gathered her thoughts. "It's—there's something else I care about a little. Not about myself. It's about Almond Eye."

"Almond Eye—"

He had not expected that Kitasan Black had also been thinking about that junior. After a moment's thought, Anjing Zhen immediately understood. "You mean her mindset after Kasamatsu?"

"Mm—actually, as for me now, I feel like there's nothing in particular I need to worry about."

Kitasan Black nodded and walked over to sit across from Anjing Zhen. Her eyes were serious, her words smooth, carrying a natural certainty. "Crown, Mikki Rocket, and the other opponents—it's strange. When I meet them, I can sense what they're thinking, but—I don't feel scared or nervous at all. Instead, I feel—excited. Really confident."

"A-Zhen, does saying that make me sound a little too arrogant?"

Anjing Zhen studied Kitasan Black closely. Though she was habitually scratching her head and grinning foolishly, there was not the slightest hesitation or desire to shrink back in those bright eyes. There was only the composure forged through hardship, and a gleam of eagerness to try.

He shook his head, his tone firm. "No, not at all. The way you are now—how should I put it? You already have the confidence a strong individual ought to have, don't you?"

Though it sounded like a question, he smiled and continued in an even more certain tone. "After all, you earned every one of those races, those victories, step by step. How strong you are now,