Spitfire reflected again on the changes to his life as he watched Felicia skillfully maneuver the scissors around the head of her latest client. The girl was popular with his clientele, and not just because she was gorgeous. She had a real gift for style and seemed to genuinely enjoy the work he was teaching her.
His own hands moved mostly on their own at this point as he lost himself partially in the soothing familiarity of styling hair. Felicia wasn't the only change in his life, not by a long shot. His disciple had healed him, even now he was standing for the third or fourth hour in a row working where before he would've needed to take frequent breaks to sit down. More than that his dexterity and eye for detail had notably improved making his job easier and the results more brilliant than ever.
So much had changed, things with Ine were good, their sex life had been fine before even with his injury but since he got fixed it was better than ever. Kazuma was learning well, not as well as Anthony but then, the only person Spitfire had seen pick up riding that fast was the little Crow. Spitfire had even started training again. With all these powerful foes and his new abilities he'd actually started learning again, he wasn't just back in shape he was growing, making new tricks and refining his road. It had been years since he did that.
He owed the kid so much, training his girl (who Spitfire was quickly coming to see as something of a daughter in her own right) and putting him up in a penthouse he barely used wasn't nearly enough to pay him back for all this. But Spitfire knew Anthony would just brush it off. The kid was fiercely loyal to his own. As his fingers flew through the familiar yet improved motions of his craft Spitfire promised himself he would give his all to teaching and guiding the kid no matter what. Kilik better watch his ass.