Chapter 210 Weakness
“See you tomorrow, Kazumi!”
The blond young man in the car at the entrance of the familiar residential area waved hard at the girl outside, but his disappointed expression seemed to show immense regret for not being able to personally escort the girl home.
“See you tomorrow.”
Waving back gently, the girl’s delicate eyebrows twitched slightly, but after saying goodbye, she walked into the residential area, leaving only a thin and small, cute figure to Sato Shinichi.
It wasn’t that Kazumi didn’t want the young man to escort her home, or that she was afraid of what the young man might do to her when they were alone. The reason was that cars were not very convenient to drive into the dilapidated residential area. For such a short distance, it seemed unnecessary to be escorted.
Moreover,
“There are more important things to do…”
At some unknown time, the indifferent smile on the girl’s face had long disappeared, leaving only a cold and terrifying gaze. Her deep eyes quietly stared at the car with bright red taillights at the end of the road as it gradually disappeared from her sight. Finally, she turned her head and walked towards the stairwell.
…
“So, it’s because of this? A special cultivation method?”
In the old and secluded small room, the thin and small black-haired girl had already changed out of her uniform and into her ugly yet cute skeleton pajamas. She sat down in front of her desk and seriously studied a booklet in her hand.
The girl’s coquettish complaints were successful. Or rather, young men like Sato Shinichi had no resistance to a girlfriend’s questions. She just leaned in slightly and complained a few times, and he told her everything.
The booklet in her hand was the girl’s previous spoils. The silly dog not only spilled all his dirty secrets but also belatedly ran into the room and presented this booklet to her as a treasure.
“Your physical abilities are too poor, Kazumi, and it greatly affects your overall ranking. Moreover, many agencies now have high physical strength requirements for support staff. You can take a look at this booklet and try to exercise. Feel free to ask me if you don’t understand anything.”
Sato Shinichi’s serious and firm words were still echoing in Kazumi’s ears. Looking at the booklet in her hand, which clearly had “Basic Body Forging Manual” written on its cover, Kazumi’s mood was a bit chaotic.
Although this forging booklet, annotated by her grandfather, a former professional hero, was indeed more precious than ordinary forging methods in a sense, and it was indeed touching that the dog was willing to give it to her directly.
“But how is it possible to train to that extent with just this kind of thing?!”
Angrily, she slapped the booklet on the table, and the girl, somewhat agitated, looked at her phone, which had lit up. She swiped open the phone screen and saw that the dog had sent her some thoughtful notes about this type of training.
After picking up her phone and replying with a few emojis, the girl’s anger subsided a little, and she picked up the booklet again to study it.
This was a basic textbook that every hero department student had to take. For ordinary people, it was just a matter of putting in a little more effort to get it. After all, its essence was to exercise the body. It was absolutely impossible to train to the level of a psychic with it.
Even with the guidance of seasoned heroes, this kind of training method would not yield much power. It would only make one slightly stronger than ordinary people after hard work.
“Or is it because he himself doesn’t know?”
She picked up the notebook next to her, flipped to a blank page, and began to draw circles again.
Sato Shinichi had always been under her control. At the very least, this guy, whose every expression was written on his face in front of her, would have been seen through if he had lied to her.
“Is it because of Grandpa Sato? Or does he really have talent in this area?”
The girl’s brows were furrowed tightly. After all, in many ways, Sato Shinichi was her foundation. Before she had fully grown, Kazumi did not want anything to change too drastically.
She wanted to completely possess him and then abandon him.
However, the current situation indeed presented many questions, and uncertainty meant risk.
Kazumi, who always prepared for everything and had backup plans, hated the unknown the most. She never wanted to experience the feeling of a sudden accident disrupting all her plans again.
But as it stood, the only thing that could be confirmed was that the dog was not a psychic, or perhaps a late-blooming psychic with a very weak ability?
Otherwise, with Grandpa Sato’s vision, he would not have chosen to send him to the regular class to study, but to the hero department with the best education in the entire school.
So, it could only be explained by Grandpa Sato giving him special tutoring in places he didn’t know about, or perhaps the dog was simply a rare genius whose physical talent was comparable to “Sergeant” Sakurabe Yota?
Of course, the latter part was more of Kazumi’s rigorous speculation. As the saying goes, if the young man was truly a genius, his grandfather, who was his relative, would absolutely not stand by and watch his talent go to waste.
As it seemed now, it was probably because the young man’s strength was greater than that of ordinary people, coupled with the opponent’s strength being average or having some reservations that prevented them from going all out. Furthermore, the filter of concern she had when she first saw him due to his body led to that feeling at the time.
That feeling, as if the most important thing in her heart was missing, the tearing pain, and the ineffable sense of powerlessness, apart from the useless emotions inherent in the body, exposed another problem.
“Still too weak…”
Dutifully closing the booklet in her hand, Kazumi let her hands droop slightly. A black magic array unfolded in the center of the room, and a huge coffin wrapped in death aura slowly rose from underground.
Only when she truly faced the threat of psychics did the girl truly realize how vulnerable her pride in her golden finger and her consistently smug low-profile policy were in the face of absolute power.
Her slender, fair fingers clenched tightly again and then slowly relaxed, revealing the deep indentations left by her nails digging into her palm.
Taking a deep breath, she purged the extraneous emotions from her mind, reached for the notebook next to her, and walked into the open, dim coffin.
