A Familiar Face

Raisa gently lifted up my hand, inspecting the still rather ugly scar, that had purple bruises and pus oozing out. It was a sight enough to make a sensitive person throw up. Though, she only stared at it for a long while.

"T-This scar... are you the... masked person?"

I looked at her strangely.

"Do you really think that I have that kind of power to do something like that? I'm not exactly a dragon, am I?"

She put on an embarrassed smile while scratching her hair awkwardly.

"A-Ah... right. But why do you have such a bad injury?"

While this conversation was happening, I thought of many different things to say. One of my first ideas was to say that the injury came from practicing my swordplay and accidentally slamming into the wall while swinging. However, it wasn't that kind of wound.

I'm pretty sure Raisa would believe it, but that would be a bad story to stick to if other people end up finding out.

Instead, I would just say the truth.