The six of them walked out of the classroom building.
All six stopped at the same time.
A motorcycle was parked outside the entrance.
But it wasn't the motorcycle that stopped them.
It was the person sitting on it.
That person was a woman.
She straddled the jet-black motorcycle, one leg planted on the ground and the other resting on a footrest. She wore a black leather jacket, unzipped to reveal a deep-purple shirt with a plunging neckline. Her hair was blonde and long, glittering in the sunlight as though gilded. Instead of tying it up, she let it spill over her shoulders and down her back, stirring gently in the breeze.
Her face was beautiful.
It was a bold, confident beauty, like a flower blooming freely in the sunlight. Her features were striking, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and full lips.
As she watched the six people emerge from the building, the corners of her mouth slowly, gradually curved upward.
Then she made a gesture.
She lifted her right hand from the handlebar, pressed her fingers together, and touched them to her lips. Puckering slightly, she planted a clear, loud kiss on them-
"Mwah."
Then she spoke.
"What kind of woman do you like?"
Silence hung in the air for two seconds.
If baffling situations had to be ranked, this scene, at this very moment, would have taken first place without question.
Wana's mouth fell open. Her brain could no longer keep up.
"Um-"
Wana finally squeezed the words out of her mouth, which had been hanging open for far too long. Her tone was wary and cautious.
"Before we get to that-"
"Who are you?"
The woman looked at Wana's utterly bewildered face and raised her chin, the gesture brimming with innate confidence.
"A Special Grade Sorcerer-"
"Yuki