She used to be quite the fighter back in the day. Called a "crazy girl" in the slums, the young lady had fists like fire. Of course, her combat prowess was boosted by having guards with her, but even so, underestimating the young lady's fighting abilities, especially when she looked like a child, was a mistake.

I had once fought her seriously, so I suppressed the smile that was creeping up, silently wishing the kids good luck.

The young lady clenched her fists, trembling slightly, and spoke to the boy.

"Eeeek… Give me back my ice cream."

"Give it back? …