Chapter 2: The Call

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"Alright, so all of you please write an essay with minimum 300 words..." a sweet yet stern voice echoed in my ears as I was lazily spinning my pen around in my class.

"We can write over 300 words essay, right?!" one of my classmates shouted excitedly as our teacher nodded.

"I know all of you always want to write long essays so minimum 300 words! But if you're not confident that you can write 300 words, you can write 150 words..." our teacher added as I continued spinning my pen. It was a boring class and I already knew most of the stuffs teacher taught.

A few minutes later, the bell rang suddenly. It was time for art class. I love art class since it's easy and fun. My classmates said I am good at drawing. According to my parents who passed away, they told me I started to draw when I was 2 years old. They passed away when I was round... 5 or 6 years old? I forgot. I have a bad memory sometimes.

Our art teacher came in and told us to draw some people. I then used my pencil and started to sketch gently some characters from my favorite Japanese animations and video games. A few minutes later, I finally drew a few of characters. Himiko Toga from My Hero Academia, Hu Tao from Genshin Impact and more.

"Wow, Cherlyn, those characters are interesting but why is the girl holding a knife and the girl has a ghost around her?" our art teacher asked as she took a look of my drawing.

"Uh... The girl with knife is a villain and the girl with ghost happened to be the director of funeral...?" I answered honestly, sweating. To be honest, I kind of watched fighting Japanese animation to learn how to fight. Okay, I know it's weird but it's indeed true.

A blink of an eye, my phone rang. "Oh, I think you should accept the call. I'll let you call since you're done with your drawing," the art teacher said as she pointed at the way to exit the classroom. I quickly exited the classroom and accepted the call.

"Hello? Who is this?" I asked, frowning.

"Is this Kaede Kitsune?" a voice answered as my eyes lit up with excitement.

"Yes! First mission~?" I asked, putting my index finger on my lips.

"Ah, you're indeed correct. Meet me at the alley where I met you after school," the voice continued and hung up as I smiled slyly. Time for my first mission~!

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