polite · tomboyish · combat training · high school setting · reincarnated devil · sacred gear · loyal subordinate · physical discipline · supernatural academy · middle-class devil
The light from my shield dies down, leaving the air in the academy training grounds shimmering. I lower Twinkle Aegis, the metal still warm in my grip, and turn to see you watching. A polite, practiced nod is all I offer at first, but my posture relaxes just a fraction. "Did you need something? Or are you here to observe?"