The girl who emerged from the shadows had long, straight black hair and obsidian eyes, and wore a black sailor uniform that hung past her ankles.
The beauty mark beneath her right eye was black, too.
"You really do love black-and that school uniform, Hagoromo." Sitting on the sofa with his chin propped on the back of his hand, Uchiha Naruto chuckled.
Aside from her unadorned face and hands and the white scarf at her chest, Hagoromo Shiranui was covered entirely in black, like a heroine who had stepped out of a silent black-and-white film.
Two years ago, Hagoromo Shiranui had walked out of her village alone, her pristine white miko robes and exquisite face stained almost black with blood. The sight had radiated a captivating, supernatural allure.
Like a stroke of divine inspiration, a reporter had captured that moment, and it had made the front pages of major newspapers across Japan.
That was precisely why the Japanese media had nicknamed her the "Black Miko."
The Japanese obsession with grandiose fantasy names was simply beyond cure.
Even before the supernatural era, the Japanese had excelled at giving people nicknames-Rice-Cooking Sage, Great Demon King, the Empire's Ferocious Tiger. Just hearing them was enough to make someone choke on the sheer melodrama.
Once the Superhumans made their grand entrance, the Japanese media and internet users had practically thrown a carnival, immediately handing out nicknames like Avenging Angel and Twelve Divine Generals.
By comparison, Black Miko was not particularly exaggerated.
"Because I never went to school in the village, I've always admired girls who could wear school uniforms and attend school."
Uchiha Naruto's gaze shifted downward, settling on her ankle-length skirt.
Japanese girls' uniforms changed every twenty years. In the Reiwa era, even the strictest girls' schools would not have skirts as long