At sundown, as the red sky began to turn purple...

A woman wearing a pink mask looked down at Asterium from atop its outer wall. She said, "It’s unlike you to hide. You should just show yourself."

A man wearing a brown mask appeared and replied, "It’s been a while, Virgo."

She looked at him as if she were performing an inspection. "You're still clumsy at hiding, Taurus.”

"Well, what about you? To be called Virgo at your age is...!” Taurus remarked. Virgo drew her sword and aimed for Taurus’s neck, but Taurus narrowly escaped, complaining, "Jeez, can't you take a joke?"

Virgo snorted at Taurus’s whining. "I’m touched that you've grown to the point of being able to make jokes about me. Now, will you show me just how courageous you’ve become?" Virgo slashed directly at his abdomen.

Taurus took a couple of steps back and raised both hands in surrender. "Ahaha, I was wrong." He smiled playfully.

Virgo sheathed her sword and said, "I’m not called Virgo because I want others to call me that."

"I know. It's just a name from the constellation," Taurus replied.

The title had been decided solely by the head of the group called...