As they settled beneath the shade of a large tree by the river, the Grimknights took a moment to rest and recover from their journey. The cool breeze carried the scent of fresh water, and the rustling leaves provided a soothing background hum. While chewing on dried rations, they began discussing an important topic—who would lead the Grims now?
Espada, as usual, was the first to speak, a wide grin on her face. "Obviously, I should be the leader!" she declared, tossing her arms behind her head. "I mean, come on, did you guys see how easily I took down my opponent? He didn't even stand a chance! I'm way too strong! It's only natural I take charge." She let out a loud laugh, clearly joking but also enjoying the attention.
Elric rolled his eyes, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Yeah, right. If leadership was based on who boasts the most, you'd be queen of all Mezolith by now."
