Setsura looked at Mei before her and felt as though she were the legendary Sword Saint, capable of rivaling a great yokai.
"The Nura Clan... Yukina... Setsura?"
Mei slowly approached the ice sculptures beside Setsura. The spreading mist was forced aside, and the four sculptures promptly collapsed, shattering into countless chips of ice that filled the air. The chill deepened further, coating Mei's clothes with a faint layer of frost.
"You are..."
Setsura froze for a moment as she looked at the young female warrior before her. How did she know her name? That was not the most important thing. The important thing was... the girl in front of her was... so beautiful!
She was like an aristocratic princess, yet also like a queen. But the heroic aura she carried with her sword made even Setsura, a female yokai, think she was incredibly cool. It was an irresistible kind of attraction. Overall... she had that charm that captivated both men and women.
Mei possessed the unique temperament that only exceptional men could have, along with the charm of a perfect woman...
"Hey, Yukina... how long are you planning to keep releasing this cold?" Seeing Setsura staring blankly at her, Mei shook off the frost on her body, walked up to Setsura, and waved a hand in front of her eyes.
But when Setsura remained rooted in place, Mei had an idea. Mischievously pressing her index finger against her thumb, she gave Setsura's crystalline forehead a light flick.
Tap!
"Ah, that hurt... What are you doing?"
The strange pain on her forehead finally snapped Setsura back to her senses. Covering her forehead, she took several steps back and glared at Mei in extreme embarrassment and anger.
She had never expected that a girl she did not even know would be so