Brook chuckled. “That’s good, then. And wow, I can’t imagine training for a whole year.” He got an almost faraway look in his eyes. “My father would never let me.” Coming back to reality, Brook said, “I probably couldn’t survive it anyways—I’m terrible at any sort of combat, haha.”
"My father at least lets me do this. As I said, he's set in the old ways, so it was a bit of a shock when he suggested I do train in my free time. I suppose it was just a way to keep me out of his way while he did his things." Akira shrugs.
Alina laughs. "you're really cool too." she says. unusually, a pit of guilt grew in her stomach that this was her target. Her phone, hidden in her pocket in her short dress, signaling it was time to return to HQ. "it is getting late, isn't it? i'd better get going before my Mother starts worrying." Alina sighs. her face brightens as she gets an idea. she pulls a piece of paper and pen out of her small clutch she's been carrying, writing a sequence of numbers on it. "here, my number. we can text each other about the next time we meet up." she explains, giving it to him.
