[ Maki's POV ]
I was walking straight, trying to blend in with the crowd, but suddenly it felt wrong to be wearing Crocs on a sandy ground. I looked down and saw white sand slipping in with every step I made, so I decided to stand still and avoid more white sand invaders.
While checking my slippers, I noticed a shadow approaching. I looked up and analyzed the person in front of . Attached to his legs were engine-like turbos.
Then he suddenly shouted at . He talked about being a delinquent, unfit to be here, even giving a chance to leave.
This was new to . Ever since I ca here, I was never good at communicating with others. Even in my hotown, I only had a small circle of friends—about five real friends who would never snitch on . I grew up with them, living a simple life.
And now suddenly, soone I didn't know—a complete stranger—was saying things like that to , as if it were normal. I was just minding my own business, trying to blend in, and soone was already telling to leave. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for a promise I made.
My anger surged, and I couldn't really help it. I know I'm just a random guy who sohow got reincarnated here, but for a random person to say such words so casually… oh, I get it now. It must be those people who think they're above others. People who think the world revolves around them. People who look down on others.
One thing I learned growing up is this: when your bait catches sothing big, you retaliate. So you better not judge soone you just t.
I don't know what happened next, but sothing stirred inside .
Boooooooooooom.
I felt sothing being released, intoxicating—like anger and frustration pouring out at the sa ti. I don't know what it was. Maybe one of my abilities. But it felt good. Really good.
Then I heard a polite woman's voice telling to control myself. I looked up and saw her
But I didn't know how to control this pressure thing.
And I could sll sothing from the woman, who was asking politely
Not to brag or anything but my senses were on another level. Maybe thanks to Hashirama's physique—everything felt sharper, more alive.
I could sll blood. And My six senses were buzzing like how Spider-Man's danger sense works in the movie .
It's telling that
This woman was dangerous, and she was hiding it deeply.
I spoke to her, but she remained composed. No strange movents. When I saw her blue eye, I noticed a glint—desire, curiosity. As we stared at each other, I felt myself regaining control. My composure stabilized, and the pressure faded with it.
But my eyes never left her blue eye.
I could tell she was analyzing , deciphering , probably searching for weak points. Then she raised one eyebrow.
Our staring contest was cut short by Present Mic's loud, energetic voice. The woman closed her eyes, but before she could speak, she smiled at .
Then another woman appeared. One thing was certain—she had long legs. I could also see a sword at her waist. But even with her eyes closed, the braided woman was still gazing at . I could feel it.
The long-legged woman started talking about separating us into different groups and gave us one hour to prepare. I waited like everyone else.
Then suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a woman.
She was around my height, with light tan skin. When she tapped , I noticed it was the sa hand I had seen back at the entrance. Her hair was wavy and white, flowing down her back, with bangs covering her left eye. She had blue eyes and prominent lavender-colored lips.
She wore a pink striped leotard, a large yellow scarf flowing nearly to the ground, sleeves around her elbows, and long dark boots reaching her knees with decorative adornnts at the top. A rose tattoo was visible on her upper right leg.
I just looked at her and said nothing.
In a nonchalant voice, she asked,
"What's your na?"
I wanted to reply, but my voice wouldn't co out. Was I afraid to talk to a girl? No—it was just that I wasn't good at communicating with people I didn't know. It felt like being suddenly interviewed on live television.
I gulped. Ti was moving fast, and I needed to answer. But before I could, she spoke again.
"Well, good talk, i guess. You can call Smoothie. Charlotte Smoothie. Looks like we'll be attending the sa school, sa year."
After introducing herself, she turned around and walked away, joining a small group of girls.
I wasn't really interested in talking much or opening up casually to others.
Then another tap landed on my arm from behind. I turned around and saw the long-legged woman from earlier—the one who had spoken on the stairs.
What was her na again? I rembered hearing a little purple guy muttering about her asurents earlier. "Lion?" No—Gion.
She was around shoulder height compared to . Up close, I slled smoke. I raised my left hand and pinched my nose shut with my index finger and thumb.
She looked surprised, sniffed her arm and hands, but slled nothing. She raised an eyebrow at , silently asking what was wrong.
"You sll like cigarettes," I said.
She chuckled, pulled a black ribbon from her pocket, and handed it to .
"Look for an instructor wearing a black ribbon. Follow them. They'll take you to the examination venue."
I nodded. She waved and walked away.
I removed my fingers from my nose and inhaled a fresh breath of air.
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