Chapter 38: A New Daily Routine
In the early morning, accompanying the “gurgling” sound of the mobile phone alarm by the bedside, Kazumi, groggy from sleep, opened her eyes with a hint of confusion. The drowsiness from staying up late made her reluctant to get up, but her body’s habits had already pulled her out of the warm embrace of her covers.
“I’m telling you, you can’t stay up all night just because you need less rest!!”
Looking at the faintly lit sky outside, Kazumi turned her head and carefully brushed her teeth in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror, with her cool and aloof face, had dark circles under her eyes, suggesting she was someone who had returned from an all-night cultivation session.
“Ugh, I’m alive!”
Mustering some resolve, she splashed cold water on her face. The persistent sleepiness was finally washed away by the bone-chilling cold water. Now, Kazumi had the mood to reflect on her actions from yesterday.
Even as a transmigrator, she was, after all, just a normal person…
Kazumi Shimizu, who had displayed perfect acting skills in front of Shinichi Sato, had, for now, managed to narrowly avoid potential imprisonment or even death.
No matter how calm she was, relying on her own advantages to find a solution, the soul within this skinny body was merely a young person without much life experience. She constantly told herself not to let such things affect her daily state, and so on.
However, the anxiety of lying there and passively waiting for the outcome had kept Kazumi awake all night. Even though her current body only required four hours of sleep, she couldn’t handle not sleeping at all!
She picked up the nearby towel and wiped the water droplets from her face. Kazumi looked up at her reflection in the mirror.
[Hmm, an ordinary high school girl, no problems at all!]
Her cool and aloof appearance, eyes devoid of any emotion, and unremarkable features that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd.
The disguise of her previous life, Kazumi Shimizu, was perfect for her. It wouldn’t attract strange troubles due to an overly outstanding appearance, just like her past self, she was a very ordinary person.
Except for…
The fact that she came with a boyfriend was a bit troublesome!!
For some reason, Kazumi thought of her current boyfriend again, and with a headache, she scratched her hair, making her originally smooth short hair even messier.
She picked up her phone and checked it, realizing there were only twenty minutes left until the morning self-study. Quickly hanging the towel back in its original place, she put the lunchbox she had prepared last night into the lunchbox, and then sprinted to get her schoolbag and ran out the door without looking back.
[Well, I didn’t get grabbed by some sudden strongman when I went out, so it should be fine!]
Biting into bread with one hand and holding milk with the other, Kazumi half-walked, half-ran towards school. The bread in her mouth was already half-eaten thanks to her efforts.
Perhaps the former Kazumi Shimizu wouldn’t usually do such things, but her previous life’s reputation as a night owl and a master of arriving just in time had been perfectly inherited by her current self.
All she could say was that remembering to eat breakfast in such a situation was one of the few good habits she had from her past life.
The wind whistled past her ears. The early morning sun had climbed to the top of the sky, warming her body. At this moment, Kazumi’s mood had also improved unexpectedly.
The absence of any strange incidents meant that the Hero Association had no intention of apprehending her. She didn’t know if it was because of Shinichi Sato or if, as a minor figure, she wasn’t worth special attention.
Kazumi didn’t know the real reason, but she could preliminarily confirm that at least she wouldn’t be arrested and imprisoned, or worse, her true identity discovered and turned into a thick slice of experimental subject.
[I still need to lie low and accumulate my strength slowly…]
Looking up at the large characters “Shikoku” at the school entrance, Kazumi reached out and touched her right wrist, then lowered her head again and walked into the school.
…
“Class, we will end this class here. We will discuss the latter half of the life of Hamano Tsukasa, known as ‘Thundery’, in the next class. I hope all students will do some preparatory reading…”
The bespectacled old lady on the podium was tidying up her lesson plans while talking to the students below.
Kazumi, on the other hand, was still engrossed in the lesson, waking up from her state of absorption.
The first class of the morning was always so wonderful. Morning reading dispelled the morning drowsiness, yet there was no mental burden of continuous classes. It was possible to absorb the knowledge taught in this class from all angles. Moreover, this was the “History of Heroes” taught by old lady Shinyu, which, as Kazumi was already very interested in, made attending this class feel like paradise.
“That’s really good…”
Kazumi picked up her notebook and jotted down the last part of the knowledge points taught by teacher Shinyu, smacking her lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction.
These thrilling hero stories, their life deeds, and their struggles against evil organizations were, in Kazumi’s opinion, like reading a novel, full of various kinds of fun.
“But… there are still two days left until my most anticipated class.”
Kazumi looked at the class schedule posted nearby and said with some regret.
Although the classes taught by these teachers were excellent, teachers were, after all, only ordinary people. Apart from Mr. Fukada, she hadn’t even met a true psychic, let alone a hero.
And at Shikoku, she had the opportunity to fulfill her dreams. Even as a student in the regular class, there was a chance to be taught by active heroes. What Kazumi had been eagerly awaiting was the first class on Wednesday afternoon, a “Wilderness Survival” course taught by the active hero “Kagemori”!
“I really want to see what a real hero looks like!”
She looked at the class schedule in her hand with great longing. Although she had seen them on television or in documents, the opportunity to receive knowledge directly from such a powerful practitioner made one incredibly excited!
The break time after class was always very comfortable. Perhaps because all the students had their own goals and were of a high caliber, the classroom was not as noisy as it was in Kazumi’s previous life. Students who wanted to talk or chat would also consciously go to the corridor to play and make noise, providing a quiet learning environment for the students remaining in the classroom.
Kazumi also enjoyed this quiet environment. She herself wasn’t someone who liked too much excitement. This atmosphere where everyone didn’t disturb each other and quietly read books was exactly what she had always needed.
She took out an unfinished book, “Villain Records,” from her drawer, flipped to the page she had been reading, and quietly started reading.
However, just a few minutes later, the sound of footsteps reaching her ears made Kazumi somewhat concerned.
“Kiyomizu-san!”
When she turned her head, she saw the familiar face with a hint of silly charm, holding something in his hand as if to hand it to her.
[Wait, is that!!]
Upon clearly recognizing what Shinichi Sato was holding, Kazumi was stunned and instinctively wanted to stop him.
“This is the clothes I changed out of at your house earlier. I’ve washed them!”
Before Kazumi could speak, Shinichi Sato’s loud, excited voice rang out, even with a hint of pride.
His high-pitched words echoed through the classroom, followed by the surprised expressions of all the surrounding classmates and their infinitely curious gazes.
[It’s over…]
