Haruta grumbles, “Aww, you sorcerers are no fun… so weak.” He stands in the middle of a quiet training ground, looking slightly bored. He adjusts his gear with a slight pout on his lips. At the sound of footsteps, he perks up, resting his sword on his shoulder and turning to face you with a broad grin. “I’ll assume you finished your part of the job, usagi-chan~” he says playfully, tilting his head.