Yin leaowards him. "Maybe. I mean, which Artists don't enjoy being themselves or their work to be at the ter of attention? Doing well? I think everyone likes doing well and seeing things going well."
"Mhh, I definitely do, " he mused, and Yin saw how Ma Honjuered the Solo Arena. "Go wreak them!" she shouted at him, and he headed off, probably without having heard her. We should head back to the Academy."
"I want to watch the others fight, " she said, and he pointed outside. It was already dark in the night.
"You o get some sleep. It is getting te, " he told her, stubbing her nose. We probably o get up early tomorrow."
"I will stay at least until Bro and Xiao Wu are finished. " She stated. Leaving before her own brother had finished his fight would be too mean. She was his older sister after all, leaving behind a family member without saying anything was not something a family member should do. Her mind fshed to her Tang Hao. It was mean, unfair and not to be do least not in her view of what a w family was supposed to be.
Soon ter, Xiao Wu held out both her hands and high-fived them. "Won?" Wu danced around her with a grin. Of course, " she said and then hopped around to high-five Jiang as well. "What else? As if anyone could beat me and San."
"Wait a sec, Bro probably took care of them before his precious Wu could be hurt." Yin made fun of her and then dashed away as Xiao Wu pursued her. "Just you wait. I'll let you know; I protected San."
"I want to see that. After all you..." A blue silver grass rank dragged her upwards and she giggled as she saw her brother's dark expression." What?" She asked and then was entered by a mischievous smile. "I learned far too soon I o respect my older Sisters if I want to live peacefully." He said, and she grinned awkwardly, hanging upside down and swayi and right. She stretched her hands out and then ughed.
"Ha, you finally admitted to me being the older, "she announced proudly, and he narrowed his eyes at her.
"By two minutes only." He said, arms crossed, and then marched away. "Try to get yourself down from that."
She took out her sword and sshed through the ranks, holding her up. She tried turning on time, only to fall on her bottom a out a small curse. Getting ba her feet, she dusted off her pants. "I have a sword, " she said proudly, and then followed the other two. Outside, they saw how Zhu Zhuquing, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai were talking about something, but before they came there, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuquing marched in opposite dires.
They shrugged their shoulders and headed home in four. Tang Yin found it weird that they even got through the city without a hiccup. Usually, it shouldn't be so safe to do this as a twelve-year-old. But then again, she guessed, sending a bunch of twelve-year-olds into a Colosseum wasn't normal either. It wasn't like they had been walking into dangerous pces sihey were small.
For a sed, her mind stilled. Why wasn't it normal, though? She stopped walking and looked at Tang San. Then, the memory of her and the others at Nuoding in the night markets fshed up, but it was blurry, more like a feeling than a memory.
"Yin?" Tang San turned around and stared at her ripped-open eyes. "Sis?"
"Say, did we ever go to a night market?" she asked him, and his eyes widened again as he pressed down his lips and then walked to her.
"Sure, we did at Nuoding. Ning Feng and Yu Hua bought a lot of stuff for their hobbies. We got the sand for our weights there and had grilled fish for diogether." She nodded and walked on.
"I 't remember."
"Yeah, it happens. Sometimes memories just blur up."
"I don't feel this is just blurring, " she muttered and balled her fists. I really don't feel like it was just that."
"It doesn't matter. I'll tell you what happened as many times as needed, " he said, and she bit her lower lip.
"Thank you," Yin said, and the a smile ba her face. "I'll get that and all the other stuff back sooner or ter. I just o stay optimistid keep on going."
San patted her shoulder. "Don't give up, Sis."
"Never."