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[3rd POV - Bane Mist Pack]

It was a casual Saturday, late in the evening. Just on the training ground of Bane Mist Pack, sound of metal clashing against one another echoed throughout the woods. Even though, she had made a run in the morning, nearly lost her legs because of it. Rei continued to push herself, despite being reprimand by her grandmother – putting herself in danger, and hurting herself.

Sweat could be seen trickling on the side of Rei’s face, dampening her attire, making her lose grip of the Sai’s she has in hands.

One of her grandmother’s men was in the ring, Rei had asked him right after breakfast to spar with her. Her grandmother wanted to dismiss the idea, but the woman knows that her granddaughter needed this.

The girl needed to do something other than wandering around the place like a zombie. Plus, she had stopped doing any physical challenging activities ever since her grandfather died, and her body feels so lazy and tense.

Rei spun both Sai’s around her middle finger for a couple of seconds before having a tight grip on it again. It’s a trick her grandfather taught her, to dry out any excess of sweats from one’s hands quickly.

The place echoed with clinking-clattering-air slicing sound as they go head to head, metal against metal, and sparks against sparks – and Rei was slowly feeling the pressure. The pressure she’s ignored for the past years, the pressure she never wanted to face was now surfacing, seeping through every pore on her body. And not to mention how these werewolves could feel and smell the rage and bloodlust coming from the Kawaguchi’s heiress.

She was, once again, blinded by her own wrath. Taking control of her in an instance as she continued to attack him when she was only supposed to block and avoid his assault. Unknowingly, Rei was endangering him, and obviously, she couldn’t see that.

The Sai in her hands were doing nothing but stab, punch, at aimless places, hoping that she would hit something.

Her sense of judgement blurred by this revulsion that’s eating her inside and out. She wanted to break out of this dark trance, but she couldn’t, and when she did – it was almost too late.

The Sai from her right grip had pierced through his