Stop Being a Trainer!

Under the pure white moon, a loud bang echoed through the night sky. Outside the shattered wall, the chestnut-haired horse girl, fists folded, slowly walked into the room. Her lavender eyes were filled with fury and arrogance. With her hands in her pockets, she looked down at the man who had fallen to the ground in panic. "Excuse me, are you my trainer?" "I'm not a trainer. The trainers' building is next door. I'm a janitor." "Oh, thank you. Sorry to bother you—did you think I would say that? You liar!" "Yeah! Don't come over here!"