"Sigh-what am I doing?"
Cheadle trudged down the street, her head feeling heavy and muddled. The two decorative puppy ears on her head drooped, too.
Today really was a terrible day-
This was a little path leading back to National Medical University. Few people usually used it. It wound through trimmed shrubs, paved with pebbles of all sizes, its surroundings quiet and chilly.
The scattered drizzle had stopped, but the sky had not cleared. It hung overhead, grayish blue, cold and hard, just like her mood.
She could not understand why she had lost her composure so badly today. The moment she slipped out of the Hunter Association Building, she had begun to regret it.
Wasn't it just some internal injuries, plus getting only an hour of rest a day for over ten days?
Judging by her past experience as a student, this should hardly have counted as a hardship. Why had she failed to contain her anger?
The thoughts churning in her head were a tangled mess. Somewhere, a spark of inspiration tugged at them, spreading and branching until they gradually became clear.
Just as she was about to follow that train of thought-
"Communication is the first bridge that connects people. It's more powerful than any Nen Ability. Isn't it a bit of a waste to abandon such a powerful, innate ability?"
At some point, a man had sat down on a roadside bench with his legs crossed.
Holding up a newspaper, he abruptly spoke just as Cheadle passed. "What happened? Tell me about it, Teacher Cheadle."
Dio lowered the newspaper hiding his face and asked earnestly.
When did you sit down there-
Cheadle's eyelids drooped. Instinctively, she wanted to comment on how Dio had left after her yet somehow gotten ahead of her.
But remembering his mysterious