"Not only in our class, she's the youngest in the entire first year of high school."
"She must be a genius then..."
"Only realizing now? Her skipping a grade once caused a sensation, but because her martial power wasn't outstanding, it didn't have a lasting impact."
"Yeah, it's different now. She defeated Bertha Marley, who had one-star strength, yesterday. It's huge news."
"No wonder the boys treat her like a Goddess. She's pretty, powerful, low-key, and so young..."
"Tsk tsk, it's all quite something..."
"Truly enviable..."
...
While discussing, they occasionally glanced at the focus of everyone's attention.
There she was, as if she had finished her own things, packing her books into her backpack, slinging it over one shoulder, and striding away with elegance.
Her silhouette.
As always, aloof.
Like a cold current, breezing past...
Prompting the people behind to genuinely howl in admiration:
"The Goddess is just absolutely perfect, don't you think!"
—
In A City.
