The one speaking was a girl.
She was the same age as Maki Zenin—fifteen.
She had the same face.
The same figure.
But beyond that, there were many differences.
Maki wore her long hair in a single ponytail, while she had a bob cut at ear length.
Maki went barefaced without makeup, only ensuring basic cleanliness and neatness.
This one was clearly far more refined, fitting the image of a Japanese high school girl much better. After all, this was the birthplace of one of the Four Great Asian Arts of Deception: Japanese Makeup Techniques.
What drew the most attention was her outfit. She had altered the loose school uniform into a sleeveless, fitted long dress with a deliberate slit along the right side, paired with dark high heels that accentuated her uniquely feminine curves.
At first glance, she did indeed make a far better impression than Maki. Humans were visual creatures, after all.
But once she opened her mouth, there it was—the same flavor. She and Maki were cut from the same cloth: a master at stepping on landmines and snapping back at people.
"Who?"
"Sisters?"
Students gradually emerged from the train cars, their attention drawn to the girl.
Maki gave a quiet hum. "My younger sister, Mai. Why are you here? And that uniform..."
"Doesn't it suit me?" Mai Zenin raised an eyebrow. "I altered it myself. Prefectural Jujutsu High School doesn't have summer uniforms, after all."
That was true. Prefectural Jujutsu High School only had one kind of uniform—jackets and track pants—and there was no shortage of them. If they wore out, students could simply get new ones. As for why there were no summer uniforms... Akesato guessed it was due to the nature of a Jujutsu Sorcerer's profession. Too little fabric made it all too easy