Their bond began with a group of old friends and playmates. After years had passed, they met again, this time in the martial world.
"A Kai, a latte, please!" The woman sitting by the window looked, at first glance, like a white-collar professional at a company. From her manner and speech, though, she also seemed like a young lady from a distinguished family. She was the sort of woman who could make many men too intimidated to approach. She was a regular at this shop, and the "Reserved" sign on the corner of the table remained there even after she sat down on the sofa.
