“Hey, Hiriya… Hiriya, wake up.”
“Ugh… just a few more minutes…”
“No more. Anymore and you’ll be late.”
“Just five more…”
“…”
[ELEMENTAL SET: LIGHTNING]
*ZAAAAAAPPPPP*
“ARGH!”
A smell of charred flesh spread across the room. The source? Hiriya Harima, a student from Riyata Academy. He had black hair and dark brown eye and is also the worst level an Exiler can get: 0. Next to the now charred bed laid him, still a bit smoking. He looked up, a girl was looming over him, and she wore a yellow blazer with the Riyata Academy uniform, and yellow stockings. She was still holding some lightning in her hand. The lightning snapped and crackled.
“So… how long do you still plan on sleeping?” she said.
This girl is Hiriya’s childhood friend, Rita Riyama. She has long straight dark brown hair and brown eyes; she is also in the same class as Hiriya. She is currently living together with Hiriya and tends to him. She is also the granddaughter of Riyata Academy’s principal and is a Level 8 Exiled.
“Not as long as I plan to see your pantsu.” Hiriya joked.
Realizing her panties was in full view. She quickly pressed down her skirt to prevent him to see any further.
“Today it’s white with laces.” Hiriya said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Rita blushed and kicked him square in the face.
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The Lost Exile: Hiriya's Lost Memorial
FantasyYear 20XX FE (First Exile). Unknown enemies known as “Judgements” have attacked the world. Humans were on verge of defeat, military equipment didn’t work, dozens of countries fell into chaos and darkness, until the first batch of Exilers were born… ...
