Thud!
Max landed, skidding for a few seconds before managing to reaffirm his feet on the limestone ground and released the parachute.
"Tsk! Always coming late with your students and making an entrance, Meilin."
While basking in the attention and a target of several scornful eyes, a sharp voice filled with derision tore through the tension, calling out to their suited instructor whose slender shape was modestly exposed as she unstrapped her parachute, taking off her helmet and letting her silky long hair flow freely behind her.
"...Says who?"
Promptly after that, the instructor turned to face the approaching bulky Japanese man, wearing a sleeveless orange gi and barefooted.
Revealing an expression he'd never seen—the cold and aloof instructor smiled, or rather, smirked.
"Ren." Reciprocating with a smirk of his own, the man warmly stretched his hand forward for a handshake, which the instructor gladly took.
'Don't tell me they are lovers?'
