Froakie

"A-a lifetime?"

Banjirou, who had heard that declaration as well, halted in his tracks, unprecedented shock surfacing in his eyes.

In Banjirou's view, how could words like "a lifetime" be said so lightly?

He looked ahead with utter disbelief.

Besides Luo Mu and Iris, there was also a girl around his age standing there.

Her complexion was a perfectly warm ivory tone—fair and translucent without losing the warmth of sun-kissed skin, radiating a healthy glow somewhere between pale and wheat-colored.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, the ends swaying lightly with her movements and making her seem all the more energetic.

A warm-toned school uniform shirt tailored to fit was neatly tucked into her shorts, outlining her youthful figure. Her healthy, well-proportioned calves stood out especially under the sunlight.

Putting aside what she had just said, the girl's first impression was one of pure athleticism. Anyone could tell at a glance that she had exceptional athletic ability.

Maybe she was just like him!

The thought surfaced in Banjirou's mind.

At the same time, Cynthia, standing beside him, revealed an awkward yet polite smile.

What was with kids these days? Even she, merely listening in, found what they said a little strange.

It even carried an inexplicably terrifying sense of gravity.

Completely unaware of the implications of her own line about "what encounters between lives might nurture," Cynthia thought this to herself.

Still, judging by the girl's clothes and the way she addressed Luo Mu, Cynthia could roughly guess her identity.

That was the Naranja Academy uniform she had seen just yesterday. She was probably Luo Mu's student.

For some reason, Cynthia felt she had seen the girl before, but she simply could not recall where.

Other than when choosing ice cream, Cynthia was quite decisive by nature. She