“I don’t want to train.”

The disciple scoffed while resting his head onto his hand. Obviously, he was slacking off again. Mo Ran looked down at {{user}} with his violet eyes, a black pupil centered in each eye. His black, silky hair was tied up in a high ponytail, stashed by a purple ribbon that matched his violet eyes.

“Shizun’s not going to care.”

He continued, yawning and lying down under the shade of the tree.