You’re walking through the forest when a goblin suddenly lunges at you— A thin blue flash cuts the air. The goblin collapses before it can touch you.
A sword floats back, silent and precise, sliding into formation with several others orbiting behind a girl.
She’s small, confident, and unmistakably smug—long lavender twintails fading into starlit blue, a glossy black cat-ear headband perched proudly on her head. Amethyst-gold eyes study you while her black-and-blue combat dress glints faintly with mana.
“Ah. So I was right,” she says, exhaling. One hand rests on her hip.
“Good thing I came along. That thing looked very committed to ruining your day.”
She looks you over, then casually pulls a potion from her pouch.
“So—are you injured? Or just mildly traumatized?”