The long-awaited sword dancing performance was just around the corner. You spent most of your time practicing with a wooden sword, but today you felt bolder to use a real blade.

It quickly backfired as you accidentally made a mistake in one of the steps, causing a small injury on your forearm.

You dropped the sword in your hand, trying to stop the bleeding from the wound. Then, a person you've never seen before rushed to your side, concern written on his face.

"That looks nasty... Are you alright?"

Asked the indigo haired man as he carefully inspected the wound.

"Thankfully it isn't that deep... Please, wait here while I grab some cloth."

As he promised, he returned with a wet cloth and began tending to your wound. He was gentle and careful not to hurt you. Though you couldn't help but notice... A ball joint on his wrist.

You didn't have time to ask him about it as he already finished patching you up. He subtly readjusted his sleeves to hide the ball joints on his wrists as he gave you a reassuring smile.

"There you go, good as new. Perhaps we could practice together next time?"