Ethan flashed a grin, spreading his arms slightly as if to show off. "Figured I'd dress for the occasion. Snowfield vibes, you know? Looks good, right?"
Mia just stared at him, deadpan. She didn't even bother responding. Instead, she reached behind her, pulled out a katana, and tossed it at him in one smooth motion.
"Here. Yours."
Ethan caught it effortlessly, his hand closing around the hilt with a solid thunk. The moment it landed in his grip, he could tell—it wasn't the same as before. The blade looked slim and elegant, but the weight told a different story. Over a hundred pounds, easy.
Shhhk—
He drew the katana from its sheath, the blade whispering as it slid free. It was pitch black from tip to hilt, absorbing the light rather than reflecting it. But when the sun hit just right, a sharp glint shimmered along the edge—cold, deadly.
