It's Jane

It’s Jane, Aunt Janice’s daughter. Her mother ran the only bathhouse in the village so I used to go there with Sylvie everyday after training. That was until… well stuff happened and I didn’t go there anymore and locked myself in to focus on my training. We still saw each other occasionally but we didn’t spend as much time with each other anymore.

She smiles sheepishly as she gave me a wave, “H-Hi Nero”. She says, tucking her brunette hair behind her.

“Jane?” My eyes widen. “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask

“Well…” she looks away from me, red rushing up her face. “I’m here to save you?”

You’d think having a job where you talk to a lot of people would do wonders for her social skills. Not that I could judge Mr. secluded yourself in training. Though, here to save me? She couldn’t be talking about that right?

Noticing my expression turning dark, she flails her arms around in front of her.

“Don’t get me wrong!” She says with a lot more louder than necessary. “This wasn’t an on-the-spot decision. I decided to do this about three years ago…. After that happened.”

Ah… is she talking about my run-in with Amber? But that’s a me problem, so what’s it got to do with her?

“There’s no way I’m letting you take on that tyrant alone.” She mutters under her breath, still shying away from my gaze.

She said what now?

“Battlers, to your positions!” The announcer calls out.

Zamn. No time for questions I guess.

Jane and I back away from each other until we’re both 10 paces from away from center stage relative to the left and right.