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The Illusionist Destroys Time | The_Missing_444

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The Illusionist Destroys Time | The_Missing_444
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The borough that Tenma Kamiten lived in was quite sparsely populated during the day, especially during Christmas, as it was more of a housing district in which people lived their lives away from any hustle and bustle. Of course, there would be the occasional corner-shops since there would always be people who desire for a quick place to get cheap groceries from and so there's a market for such, however in general it was pretty empty.

A shiny red bus travelled past the pointy-haired boy who was calmly entering a nearby Fresco branch-store which basically had everything you'd need beside meat or games or clothes or... you get the idea. If he really wanted to get more complex things then he would've taken the bus which required only a dozen or so stops.

He loomed over the aisles which could be counted on a single hand to specifically locate Christmas Deals since he wanted to save money; he already had a bucket of fried chicken in one of his plastic bags, now all he needed was a drink and some chocolate.

"Half-off èclair pack? Two packs for one?" Some could consider the pastry a cake if they looked hard enough, and it did have chocolate on it. His crimson eyes glinted with desire as he immediately packed in four packs for the price of two.

"...But what would she like to drink?" The èclair was more of a desert and the fried-chicken was the main meal, so perhaps something light?

He nodded to himself. "Milk."

Calcium was important for the building and maintaining of bones and a lot of muscles require it to function properly, apparently.

Satisfied, he exited the shop with cold air conditioning and stepped onto the rough pavements which were quite windy.

"Woah..." A particularly strong windy breeze smacked him and caused him to stifle his eyes a little to see his surroundings. The weather was never not absurd.

"You there!—"

A stark familiar voice informed him of a new arrival, it was the blond drill girl.

"...Commoner."

Why did it sound like it took her so much effort to upgrade him from "peasant" to "commoner"? What was with this crazy girl?

"Sup blond drill?" He gave a casual wave as she didn't seem to be hostile.

She stared at him like a pouty kitten, and with a slight hiss she responded. "...Thank you."

"?" His crimson locked onto her crimson. "What for?"

Somehow her pout grew even stronger. "For your naïveté, you fool! If you had not come to my defence then I surely would have perished in the embers."

"...Then how about next time you don't throw fire at people? Then you wouldn't even need to be saved in the first place."

It appeared as if his words slapped her in the face as she recoiled.

"Y-You..." He growled but eventually calmed down. "...No, you are correct in your astute assessment. As the Heiress to the Zinfandel Family, it is imperative to maintain my demeanour— even with disrespectful oddities such as yourself. Well done."

(...Is she complimenting me or insulting me?) He sighed. "Oh well, bye."

He promptly began to walk off.

"Wait!" His steps paused.

He tilted his head towards her direction. "What?"

What was with this odd girl bothering the unlucky boy? It's not like there was much to be done after she thanked him and he clearly showed no interest towards her. Honestly, if she bothered to go after someone more hostile then she would've easily gotten jumped as despite firing fire from her fingertips, she could easily get decked in the face and knocked out. The average person needs around 0.3 seconds to react to visual stimuli, or in other words, react from defending to attacking and if they're close enough like he is now then there's absolutely no way she would be able to take him on. That's also not to mention if the person in question is particularly trained for combat like a boxer who probably had a quicker reaction time or was more used to combat thus also reducing the reaction time.