He took out his phone, dialed a number, and held it to his ear.
He remained suspended in the air, his legs crossed as though he were lying on an invisible sofa.
The call connected after a few rings.
"Hello, hello, aren't you coming down yet, Utahime?"
A rustling came from the other end, followed by Utahime Iori's voice.
There was an obvious breathlessness to it, as though she were busy doing something.
"Give me another five minutes, Chuan! I'm almost ready!"
"The color of that skirt was wrong, so I changed into another one. Now I'm redoing my hair..."
Wangchuan rolled his eyes.
He remembered how he had already been waiting at the entrance to Jujutsu High an hour ago.
Back then, Utahime had said over the phone, "I'll be right out. Five minutes."
Then he had waited ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes...
He had gotten so bored waiting that he decided to float into the school and look around, checking on the students' training while he was at it.
Yet after touring the Training Ground, watching Aoi Todo torture himself, finishing his Coca-Cola, and flying back to this Tree-Lined Road near the school gates, she was still saying "five minutes."
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
"Tired of waiting?"
Utahime's voice rang out.
But his voice held no trace of complaint.
"Hahaha, it's fine."
"Take your time. No rush."
His laugh was easy and cheerful.
Then he hung up, slipped the phone into his pocket, and sank downward.
Then he changed his mind, floated back up, and settled into a more comfortable position.
With his hands behind his head and his face toward the sky, he hovered in midair as though floating on water.
"Oh, man..."
"Seriously... why say five minutes?"
"Hmm, I'll take a trip to the moon in