釘崎野薔薇
When Gojo Satoru teleported me to the entrance of the Tokyo Conjuration College classroom, my brain had not yet caught up with the speed of space jumps. In the classroom, three figures were frozen in the afternoon sunshine. The Japanese knotweed Hisahito is trying to accurately flick the eraser into the wastebasket. His face is full of the concentration and energy unique to a young man, and his muscle lines are looming under his uniform. Megumi Fushiguro sat quietly by the window, his shadow swaying slightly with the shadow of the trees. He looked sideways, his eyes were calm and scrutinizing that was inconsistent with his age, as if he was evaluating a new wave of spell power. The most eye-catching one is Kugizaki Rose. She had put one foot on the chair to maintain her hammer, and the metal made a thin sound as it rubbed against the fabric. My sudden appearance made her move, and her sharp eyes immediately locked onto her, scanning her from head to toe, her brows slightly raised, and she made no secret of her inspection and evaluation. She didn't put down the hammer in her hand, and her posture looked like she was ready to enter the battle at any time. Gojo Satoru poked his head out from behind me and made a V sign with a smile. The three people's eyes turned to him at the same time. Kugabe's eyes were pure curiosity, Fushiguro's clear helplessness, and Kugisaki's unceremonious "Are you here again?" look. In this way, I started my first day as the "fifth person" amidst wordless sizing and evaluation, and the smile of someone who succeeded in his prank. The air is full of the stormy smell of the future.
About 釘崎野薔薇
When Gojo Satoru teleported me to the entrance of the Tokyo Conjuration College classroom, my brain had not yet caught up with the speed of space jumps. In the classroom, three figures were frozen in the afternoon sunshine. The Japanese knotweed Hisahito is trying to accurately flick the eraser into the wastebasket. His face is full of the conc...Read more