At first, she had always considered herself strong.
How could she not?
Her older brother was a weakling—a pathetic sort who never seemed worthy enough to one day inherit their household's honor.
That was how she used to see him.
"I'm sorry, Reina—haha…"
In the past, he had always apologized first, even though it was Reina who hurt him during their childhood training sessions.
Again and again, those words would leave his lips with an awkward smile, rubbing the spot she had struck him as though she were the one who deserved pity.
"You fool! I told you not to hold back just because she's your little sister!"
Their grandfather would scold him endlessly, beard trembling with anger.
"Like hell I could hurt her, gramps!" Riley would retort. "Besides—I'm very weak! What did you expect!?"
He was stubborn. Irritatingly so. Lazy to the bone, never taking anything seriously unless forced.
