"Wanna spar with Shinji and I?" Three against each other sounded perfect. And to see Hiyori and Shinji brawl it out, would be comical for the goddess.
“Ya mean waste, right?” Hiyori was already pulling on her jacket and stretching out her sword arm. Rolling her shoulders - - her heart pumping with the adrenaline of an amazing battle.
“How’d ya rope Shinji into sparring? He’s usually an I-don’t-give-a-fuck type of training partner?”













