He had no clothes on him. His body was completely bare. The mist did little to hide it.
That broad shoulder. Those pectoral muscles, defined abs, muscles... those perfect cuts. His solid thighs, and then the holy sword sleeping between his thighs.
The moment Leona's eyes drifted toward the mightiest of all weapons, her face flushed red, and a small squeal leaked out of her mouth.
"Ah~"
The squeal was instantly captured by Reinhardt, who came back to his senses.
Slowly, his eyes snapped open, and there he saw.
There he saw Leona standing nearby. The towel was wrapped tight around her body, but it ended at mid-thigh and did little to hide her shape in the water.
Her hair was loose and dark, floating around her shoulders like spilled ink.
The sound of the waterfall swallowed everything. Thought, breath, the frantic beat of her heart.
In that stretched moment, both of them stood there in a daze.
