"What are you thinking about? Not going to answer me?"
Nathan Foster snapped back to attention and looked down at South Grant, who was blinking her eyes, looking at him.
"Someone's coming. I was just thinking about what to have him teach you." Nathan spoke while looking into South Grant's eyes, clearly sensing the difference from her violent personality.
Their eyes were noticeably different. Right now, her eyes were clean and clear, occasionally lighting up with a lively sparkle when she smiled and talked.
But when the violent personality emerged, her pupils would slightly scatter.
Those eyes lacked the liveliness they had now, and instead, carried a bit of a somber chill.
Without the authenticity they have at this moment, Nathan was convinced that the person in front of him was the primary personality.
South Grant thought about starting martial arts training with a master tomorrow and was extremely excited.
"I'm not picky. I'll learn everything."
