"Oh? This is my first one," Euphie replies with a curious look on her face, glancing around them with renewed interest. The shield, meanwhile, just shimmers at the prod and holds steady, pushing back on Nakatsu with equal force. Strange, that Euphie can somehow feel the disturbance, just as she notices she can feel each raindrop striking against her shield. Just the force of it, nothing more, no wetness or cold or–in Nakatsu's case–warmth.

"What have the others been like? And how do you know when you've beat one...?"