Matcha gripped her long sword as she looked at me from a distance. She pouted her lower lip, “You could at least be a little less noticeable. You’re carrying two of the Talismans, and yet you’re still on the frontline. What will happen if you get ambushed? Look at Soaring Dragon, he’s always been at the center of [Flying Dragon], and he doesn’t even try to go to the border of the formation….”