[Rozalin might have walked by the meditating figure entirely-if something hadn't made her pause. It wasn't the training dummies, which had been foolishly chopped up by someone with a brittle yet razor sharp sword,even if it was still chipped thanks to superior technique. One wouldn't rub it in salt or bury a fine weapon in the ground either, and whichever way you spun it, abusing a tool was still abuse.
No, Rozalin couldn't put a finger on what had attracted her to look in depth. Probably some instinct she had nearly forgotten. Or maybe the thousands of years of experience that she recalled distantly from her previous life. Lives? It was hard to tell. Whatever it was, something highlighted the girl as a worthy vassal-or an enemy to watch. So, watch she did.]
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No, Rozalin couldn't put a finger on what had attracted her to look in depth. Probably some instinct she had nearly forgotten. Or maybe the thousands of years of experience that she recalled distantly from her previous life. Lives? It was hard to tell. Whatever it was, something highlighted the girl as a worthy vassal-or an enemy to watch. So, watch she did.]