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Micheal stepped out of the river after he and Tohira finished washing up. As he waited for Tohira to fill him in on what he had witnessed him do to the Sinder, he stood in his wet clothes.
He heard Tohira begin speaking.
"Like I said earlier, I only saw the Sinder in a book," Tohira said calmly, putting on his wet sleeping mask.
"And of course, the book was in the private sector, as my father is a researcher and a professor at prestigious university."
"So, am I less suspicious now?" Tohira smiled, looking at Micheal with an expressionless face.
Micheal, hearing this, immediately understood that Tohira came from the upper class of the society, and that's one of the prestigious university and the most prestigious institution in their world.
"Then what's up with that Sinder? Where do they originate from? And Am I the only one clueless about these creatures?" Micheal asked.
"Of course not!" Tohira responded.
"There are many who aren't aware of the Sinder's existence. Apparently, they are ancient creatures that were wiped out by meteors, like the dinosaurs."
Tohira added.
Micheal and Tohira ran side by side, both aware that the history Tohira had just described didn't make sense, especially after they had encountered a Sinder only moments ago.
"So, what explanation do you have for the one we just witnessed?" Micheal asked, his voice tinged with confusion and urgency as they pushed forward, running at full speed to make up for the time they had lost.
"I don't know. I just told you what I read in the book," Tohira replied, his voice calm as ever.
"Then what about that ability you just displayed earlier?"
Micheal asked, his fear creeping in. He couldn't shake the image of how casually Tohira had dispatched the Sinder.
The fact that all his teammates might possess abilities like that only made him more uneasy and yet slightly excited.
"To be honest, I've had it as long as I can remember," Tohira began, his tone still detached.
"My father told me it manifested when I was a toddler, and I ended up killing the maids who were my caretakers, or something."
"To top it off, I became a prisoner in my own home after that," Tohira continued, speaking nonchalantly. "Though, I was eventually allowed to attend high school."
Micheal looked at Tohira, a sense of unease creeping over him. His behavior, so detached from normal human emotion—especially toward death and gruesome sights—began to make sense now. Tohira's cold side demeanor, so apparent from day one, was rooted in a past far darker than Micheal could have imagined.
"Then came the day my father gave me the invitation letter for this project," Tohira said, his voice distant as he thought back to the moment his father handed him the letter, smiling.
Tohira glanced at his hands, then turned away, recalling the scene vividly.
"Congratulations, son. I believe you'll do great out there," his father's words echoed in his mind.
"Please..." Tohira thought, a faint bitterness lacing his words.
Just then, Micheal's voice broke through Tohira's flashback.
"So, I guess that's why you think we're alike, huh?" Micheal asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
"Indeed," Tohira responded, his voice turning slightly more serious. "And I believe not I'm the only one with such ability."
He looked at Micheal, reading the subtle disbelief in his expression, though there was a hint of belief in his eyes as well.
"that's why I think you might also have a ability like mine, Mister Red Pupils," Tohira added teasingly.
Micheal blinked in surprise, but Tohira's expression shifted to one of seriousness.
"But on a serious note, I believe you might be one of us. And the individual who was at our window last night... he might be one too."
"Which leads me to this: the world we know has far deeper mysteries than I ever thought," Tohira said, his voice heavy with the weight of truth.
Micheal mumbled, his mind racing with the implications. "Makes me more curious about the outside world," he thought softly, realizing that Tohira was right.