In the depths of night, close to dawn, people slept most soundly, and Azula was no exception.
Yet at that moment, a mysterious figure slipped furtively into Azula's bedchamber and slowly approached her sleeping form on the bed.
In her sleep, Azula had let down her rather masculine ponytail. Her expression, too, had lost its usual sharpness and become peaceful and soft. The sight, so unlike her usual self, made the visitor pause.
This family certainly had excellent genes. Whether it was Ershu, Zuko, or that old bastard Ozai, they were all outstandingly good-looking, and Azula was naturally no exception.
It was just that Azula usually dressed in a more masculine style, and her words and manner made it easy to overlook her appearance and remember only the fear she left behind.
Never mind anyone else-even he found Azula's current appearance remarkable enough to marvel at.
Yet just then, the sleeping Azula suddenly sprang into action, driving a full-force kick straight at the visitor's chest!
He almost failed to react, but ultimately raised his arm in time to block the attack.
Unfortunately, that kick landed right on his wound. The sudden pain drew a muffled grunt from him, and he retreated two or three steps to dissipate the force. Seeing Azula press her advantage and move to attack again, he hurriedly spoke:
"It's me!"
"Kahn?"
Although Kahn had deliberately lowered his voice, Azula recognized it immediately and became considerably more alert. The figure before her gradually came into focus in the dim room.
The next second, once she got a clear look at him, Azula's expression changed instantly.
"What happened?!"
She had never seen Kahn in such a sorry state.
Kahn was still practically naked, wearing nothing but underpants, but more importantly, his exposed body bore several conspicuous wounds that