311 Number One

It was a trivial detail, but an important one.

This wasn't just about combat. What this girl lacked was confidence. While I didn't care much about appearances, carrying oneself with dignity was directly tied to one's pride. Besides, well, she was actually pretty cute.

"Ehehe..."

The clip snapped shut with a click, pinning her hair back and revealing the face she usually kept hidden from the world.

Ha! That’s much better.

"Luna."

"Y-Yes? What is it?"

"Thanks."

"...Eh?"

"I’m grateful that you stuck with me through those late-night training sessions, even after I went back on my word. But we did all that to get results. From here on out, we're going for real. Get your head in the game."

Luna had a timid personality, much like Carta. Even so, her grades had improved, and unlike in the Original Story, she was stepping up to the plate. She had stood her ground instead of running away.

I can't exactly tease her by calling her a Liquid Metal Slime anymore.

"Yes... Weiss-kun, I am your eyes, your hands, and your feet. Please, use me however you wish."

"Ha! Now that's the spirit."

Besides, she’d grown into exactly my type. Her personality wasn't half-bad, either.

"Weiss, would you like some cold ice before the match?"

"I’ll pass."

Yeah, I knew it. Cynthia, you really are number one.