The Onsen, Sunday Afternoon
After Ringo's sparring match with Dante on Friday, Ringo had spent most of Saturday resting, which meant she was feeling a lot better by Sunday. But that wasn't the same thing as feeling a hundred percent. It had been, well, a long time since she'd fully mounted the Thorn Road, and her body had forgotten the joint pain that it left her with.
So clearly today was a day for soaking in hot water. Her arms and legs criss-crossed with the faint, but angry red lines of partially-healed slashes from the Thorn Regalia. She also had a couple of pretty lurid looking bruises from the couple of blows Dante had landed. Even holding back, he could hit pretty hard.
She'd hurt herself worse (considerable worse) just doing AT rides around town, as at her usual speeds falls could be nasty, but this was the first time in, well, years that Ringo had ended up looking like this after a duel or spar or whatever. She was trying not to dwell on her frustration and just focus on immersing herself in hot water and leaning her head back, closing her eyes, and trying to let the tension wash out of her.
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So clearly today was a day for soaking in hot water. Her arms and legs criss-crossed with the faint, but angry red lines of partially-healed slashes from the Thorn Regalia. She also had a couple of pretty lurid looking bruises from the couple of blows Dante had landed. Even holding back, he could hit pretty hard.
She'd hurt herself worse (considerable worse) just doing AT rides around town, as at her usual speeds falls could be nasty, but this was the first time in, well, years that Ringo had ended up looking like this after a duel or spar or whatever. She was trying not to dwell on her frustration and just focus on immersing herself in hot water and leaning her head back, closing her eyes, and trying to let the tension wash out of her.
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