Battle.

"He looks weird," Dean said thoughtfully, looking at something over Liiran's head.

The group leader turned around and saw Hiyata. His hairstyle was strange. Hair became shorter, and somehow uneven. It seemed that someone tore out part of the hair, shortened the second part, and left the rest to grow as you like. So this magnificence stuck out in all directions like a slovenly crow's nest.

Maybe he had a fight with a girl? Tiyan suggested.

“We need to clarify with which one,” Kalar nodded. To stay away from her.

Dorana snorted loudly for some reason.

Khiyat looked around the crowd gathered in the Common Hall with an absent-minded look, found his group and confidently walked towards them. Liiran watched indignantly as the people made way for the negligent subordinate and turned away. Nobody gave way to him and did not think, he had to ask and seep past. It's a shame somehow.

- Who do you like that? Kalar asked first of all, admiring Hiyat's hairdo even up close. Apparently, he longed to
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