"Yesterday, I used my new ability for the first time in battle." Cymbidium Japonicum looked down at her training clothes. She didn't want to tell her grandfather what she had experienced other than battle. "It's not as strong as the previous one, but it's more flexible. I think it will take some time to get used to it. "
Hideki Watsuki looked lovingly at Cymbidium Japonicum and said with a smile, "No matter what questions you have, Grandpa is here."
Hideki Watsuki was a retired hero. He was one of the top ten professional heroes of the third generation, the "Puppet Master." After his son, Tatsuya Kizuki, made it clear that he didn't want to be a professional hero, he placed his hopes of inheriting his legacy on his granddaughter. When he discovered that Cymbidium Japonicum showed a desire to become a professional hero, he began to cultivate and train her, even though her personality was very unstable. In the beginning, it could even be said that she didn't have a personality.
There was no useless personality, only wrong use — this was Hideki Watsuki's teaching philosophy.
Cymbidium Japonicum nodded and frowned worriedly. "Grandpa, have you heard of the 'Enemy Alliance'?"
"No." Hideki Watsuki shook his head. He had dealt with countless criminals in his career. Evil was like a shadow that couldn't disappear forever. However, the word "alliance" seemed to indicate a new situation. It gave him a bad feeling. Whether it was good or evil, once they joined forces, they couldn't be underestimated.
Hideki Watsuki didn't say too much about his worries. He patted Cymbidium Japonicum's shoulder encouragingly and turned to walk out of the training room.
Cymbidium Japonicum finished the last few sets of basic training exercises. She took out the necklace from her collar and stared at the shiny little accessory as she pondered.
Personality …
Cymbidium Japonicum's personality was registered as "unknown" when she was first diagnosed in elementary school. In her second year of junior high school, she was diagnosed as "fire-controlling." However, in reality, her personality didn't belong to any of the two categories.
This "transformation" should be the third ability she had experienced. Cymbidium Japonicum preferred to use the term "ability" to describe this situation.
The first time was when he was four years old. On an ordinary night, he dreamt of a nine-year-old girl named Spring Breeze Doremi. There were only fragments in the dream, but she slept for three whole days. When he woke up, the circular ornament used by the girl in his dream was beside him. And he didn't know how to use it.
Cymbidium Japonicum thought that this was her personality, a very weak personality. She despaired that it was absolutely impossible for her to become a professional hero with a toy that could make sounds.
However, his grandfather didn't give up. If he didn't have a strong personality, he would use a lot of training to improve his physical fitness and analytical ability. He would also learn fighting techniques and fighting styles. One could not become a professional hero just by relying on a strong and aggressive personality. Outstanding coping skills and the ability to think about the big picture were more important.
This was also what Cymbidium Japonicum had been learning before entering junior high school.
It wasn't until she entered junior high school that the second dream came. Cymbidium Japonicum, like the person in the dream, woke up with the ability to use fire magic. [Note 2]
It wasn't like there weren't any cases of personality change.
After Cymbidium Japonicum regained a strong personality, she adapted, broke in, and mastered it … worked harder to become a professional hero. She also became very strong. She was even recommended to enter Xiong Ying High School's Hero Department.
Just as the beautiful new journey was about to begin, the third dream came. She slept for a week, and in addition to resting her body, she missed a part of Xiongying's class.
When she woke up, she wore this thing around her neck. The ability to control fire was also replaced.
Cymbidium Japonicum turned the transformation device and realized in hindsight that perhaps the ability brought to her by the first dream wasn't just the "toy," but the ability to transform and use magic like Doremi. However, the four-year-old her was too young. Her brain capacity was only a little. She didn't remember the sequence of the buttons and the complicated incantations during the transformation, so she wasted her ability.
Doremi had to transform, and the ability she obtained the second time didn't require transformation. So this time, she really made the wrong bet. She thought that others couldn't see the transformation process.
If possible, I want to call my personality "Nightmare."
— It's a nightmare come true!
Cymbidium Japonicum suddenly stood up, stuffed the necklace back into her collar, and rushed out of the training room.
She had to quickly memorize the moves she used in yesterday's battle.
Also, she had to write down how much she remembered from the dream.
After taking notes, Cymbidium Japonicum was in the mood to continue studying her new ability.
She closed the door of the training room and transformed again with shame. She began to adapt again.
The short one-day holiday ended with the adaptive training.
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The next day, the students of Class A returned to school one after another.
Although Cymbidium Japonicum knew the names of each student, she wasn't familiar with them at all. During the leave, she had missed the best time to integrate into the new group.
There were still opportunities. Didn't the USJ incident become familiar with the eight million Kazuhito?
Cymbidium Japonicum encouraged herself in her heart, but sitting in her seat, she could only look at the other students talking and laughing.
Occasionally, they would look at each other, but they were scared away by her overly serious and unapproachable aura.
Ugh, why don't they talk to me, or should I take the initiative to attack?
Soon, Aizawa -sensei, who was wrapped up tightly, walked to the podium and asked to change into a combat suit and go to the training ground to choose a place and project for free training. "Digest the feeling of fighting with the enemy."
Looking at the students walking out of the classroom in twos and threes to the locker room, Cymbidium Japonicum found that she couldn't integrate into the new group for the time being.
If she wanted to use her ability, she would have to hide — because it would be too embarrassing!
So she went to the training ground while they were changing into their combat suits, found a remote enough forest, looked around, and took out the transformation device.
"God, please forgive my rudeness."
The familiar music sounded again. Cymbidium Japonicum floated into the air with the ball of light, and a series of fixed movements began again.
— That's really bad.
Moonwatcher had a smile on her face as she made a jumping motion with her hands raised.
— It's not over yet?
She continued with two consecutive difficult twists in the air.
— I feel like my waist will be twisted off because of this movement.
The last pose was slightly fixed, and she immediately changed her posture and shook her head hard.
Okay, okay, it's over. Stay calm.
It's just a transformation, no big deal, just get used to it.
I remember that Yami has a move … "
Cymbidium Japonicum finished the rhythmic incantation and squeezed out a rubber doll identical to herself from the hat.
This is it. With a little camouflage, it can be used as a substitute.
As Cymbidium Japonicum was thinking about a new move, she looked up and saw a person standing next to a tree not too far away.
His hair was half white and half red, and there was a dark red burn around his left eye. His delicate facial features could be faintly seen under the shade of the tree. His expression was calm, but a hint of confusion could be seen from his slightly furrowed eyebrows.
Bombardment Jelly!
Cymbidium Japonicum exchanged glances with him, and saw Bombardment Jelly lightly nod his head, as if he was greeting her?
Then he turned around to leave.
Cymbidium Japonicum's right arm was still hugging her substitute doll, which must be a very strange scene.
Cymbidium Japonicum reflexively wanted to explain herself, but she didn't hold out any hope as she shouted, "Student Bombardment, please listen to my explanation!"
Bombardment Jelly actually stopped in his tracks and turned around: "Oh." He walked unhurriedly in front of Cymbidium Japonicum and quietly waited.
Cymbidium Japonicum was similarly silent. She looked at Bombardment Jelly's clear, heterochromatic eyes, trying to discern some emotions from his calm expression.
But his expression was far too calm and natural, and she couldn't tell anything from it.
This … is really waiting for me to explain.
But how should I explain?
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