"..."
Uchiha Gen looked at the name written on his palm, then glanced up at the girl's unfocused black eyes. Well... whatever else he could say, at least it carried a good meaning.
Just as that thought crossed Uchiha Gen's mind, his vision suddenly went dark.
This time, however, it wasn't because he had failed the mission. With a deadpan look, Uchiha Gen pulled away the hand kneading his face and asked Qian Tong, "How does it feel?"
Qian Tong withdrew her hand and frowned slightly, as though considering something. Then she wrote on Uchiha Gen's palm: Your face smells strongly of blood. Are you hurt?
"I'm fine. It isn't mine."
As he spoke, Uchiha Gen's eyes shifted subtly toward the sky while he silently counted down. It should be about time. Three—two—one!
When the countdown ended, Uchiha Gen looked at the unchanged scenery before him, unsure whether to feel pleased or disappointed. Although there had been no reset this time, that raised some new questions about this memory instance.
At that thought, Uchiha Gen turned his gaze to Qian Tong. Come to think of it, is she the person I'm supposed to find?
Qian Tong: "?"
Sensing that Uchiha Gen seemed to be staring at her, Qian Tong's pale cheeks suddenly flushed. Her face felt hot, and she instinctively tried to cover it with her hands.
Before she could lift them, however, Uchiha Gen caught her hands and lowered them.
Of course, this wasn't because Uchiha Gen had some strange fetish. It was mainly because Qian Tong's palm had picked up blood from his face, and smearing it over her own wouldn't look very nice.
With no cloth available to wipe it off, Uchiha Gen examined his clothes, chose a relatively clean corner, tore it off, and wiped the