Their supports are wonderfully cute

I haven’t actually read their supports in full, but... I don’t know

{{ 龍 }}     His spear halt in hesitation... what was these memories flowing into him...? A tremble shook on the held firm lance, uncertainty shown with the biting of his lips. Why, why now... all of time? His will to fight fiercely had fading slowly, slipping any ounce of strength away from him. Had his guilt bested of his current doing?

      ピエリ|| Pieri had been wandering the castle ground fro quite some time now. It had been a bout a week since Master Kamui had brought both the families together and defeated his father. Everything seemed to be getting back to heir natural ways. Well, as natural as they could be. Considering that both the Nohrians and Hoshidans now saw each other on a daily basis. 

The mornings were usually filled with chirping birds and the gentle whistling of wind, but as Belka walked through the woods just outside the walls of the castle, the silence quickly grew to be deafening.

A slight pout came to the assassin’s face as she stepped forward, her eyes scanning around. There was a slight amount of bustle, but not enough to warrant any sort of investigation... that is, of course, until her eyes drifted to see a figure, dressed like a ninja.

Immediately, Belka gripped her axe, letting it rest on the ground as she watched the figure carefully, her eyes examining them for a few moments before the recognition hit her mind, and she broke the silence.