"Put your clothes on."
Dian instinctively raised an eyebrow. He couldn't afford to indulge this one.
Mewa nodded at once, almost reflexively. "Yes!"
But after answering, she became confused again. This wasn't how she was supposed to act, was it? She glanced at Mihara Rinxue again. "R-Rinxue? Are you okay?"
Dian had only just realized something was wrong when his consciousness grew hazy. Then everything went black.
The first rays of morning sunlight spilled down. After a quiet scream, pinching her face, and a trip to the bathroom, Mihara Rinxue returned looking utterly ashen.
She didn't need another look at the reflection in the mirror. It was a man.
Honestly, she had wished countless times that she could be a boy, but now that she had actually become a man, she felt as though she had lost her soul.
She sat hugging her shoulders for a long time before temporarily accepting this painful reality.
Then, as she tried to compose herself, she noticed several unusual things.
For instance, the various scars on her body, a Red Feather she couldn't touch, and her extraordinary physical strength.
"This person..."
When Mihara Rinxue accidentally bent the steel fork provided by the hotel, she blinked in astonishment. Luckily, no one had seen her. Otherwise...
Now she became interested, partly to ease her anxiety and partly out of curiosity.
Mihara Rinxue murmured to herself, "This body isn't an ordinary person's. A Trainer who's traveled for years? A Martial Artist? Or someone from some organization?"
She carefully surveyed the hotel room and concluded that its occupant probably wasn't very well-off. Ordinary windowless rooms were relatively cheap.
No.
I shouldn't jump to conclusions.
After one last circuit of the room revealed nothing else suspicious, Mihara Rinxue focused on an ordinary backpack.
A zippered backpack with two