Little Kita, the Heartless Man
On the screen, Duramente stood in the center of the image, dressed in Central Treisen Academy's red-and-white tracksuit.
The loose strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat and clung to her skin. A drenched towel still hung around her neck, making it obvious that she had just finished training.
Behind her, in the distance, stood buildings in an architectural style completely different from Japan's. Pointed-roof castles lined up one after another, seeming to serve as school buildings.
The Horse Girls moving between those buildings wore outfits resembling courtly dance dresses. They looked like School Uniforms, yet carried a distinctly aristocratic air.
Closer by was a training ground similar to that of Tracen Academy Japan. The lawn glowed a healthy green beneath the sunlight, with several Horse Girls jogging across it.
Like Duramente, those Horse Girls wore athletic clothes, though their color scheme was not red and white, but included a touch of blue.
And beside Duramente stood Adayar, the friend Kitasan Black had met in Dubai, dressed in a tracksuit colored red, white, and blue.
At that moment, Adayar's face was also covered in sweat, and her breathing remained slightly rushed. She too appeared to have just finished training.
After crying out in surprise, Kitasan Black raised a hand to wipe her face, then brushed aside the sweat-dampened strands of hair clinging to it, revealing her smooth forehead and bright eyes.
Without speaking right away, she took two steps back, lifted the hem of an imaginary skirt with both hands, and bent her knees slightly before offering her greeting:
"Good afternoon, friends from Japan. It is an honor to meet you all."
Only after performing a French aristocratic greeting did she move close to the screen again, smiling with a trace of