章節 2: New Champione Nyaa~
Here's a revised version of your passage with improved grammar and readability while maintaining its original style and tone:
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It's mysterious how even the hue of the sky subtly changes from country to country.
The sky Reino Barack saw through the airport window lacked the hazy depth of Bali's deep blue expanse. Instead, the sky of Asia's easternmost country stretched out in a stunning, bright blue, as if breaking through the horizon.
Turning his gaze back to the front, he took in the sight of people bustling around in every direction—a scene rarely witnessed in Bali, at least not like this.
—Haneda Airport.
"Even though I had no intention of coming back here... that person forced me to," Reino muttered as he observed the overwhelming flow of people moving through the terminal.
After a grueling twelve-hour flight, he had finally arrived. His body felt weak from the exhaustion of sitting for so long and the effects of jet lag.
"This isn't the first or even the second time, but that girl really has no regard for other people's circumstances."
Yawning, he scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face.
His target shouldn't have been difficult to spot.
Her long, jet-black hair shimmered like a dazzling crown. Her beauty surpassed that of any woman in Reino's memory. And, on top of that, her presence was impossible to ignore—her attitude alone set her apart from everyone else.
If she were nearby, he would recognize her instantly.
But the person he was looking for—Tenjo Kuroka—was nowhere to be seen.
From businesspeople in formal suits to tourists hauling luggage, people of all kinds surrounded him, yet Kuroka was still absent.
…It was said that, more or less, everyone of her race had a bad habit of arriving late.
But in Kuroka's case, her tardiness wasn't due to her background—it was simply because she was lazy.
After knowing her for several months, Reino was certain of that.
Tenjo Kuroka wasn't just lazy. She was selfish. She constantly manipulated people for her own convenience, making her an utterly self-centered woman.
For example, the call he had received the day before.
"Look, it would be so easy if you could just come to me right away. That's the situation, so get ready to catch the first flight tomorrow morning. I'll greet you at the airport."
That was how the conversation started.
It was the end of May, on a quiet weekend afternoon. The call had come on Friday at precisely 4 PM.
"What do you mean, 'that's the situation'? I have no obligation to accommodate your circumstances. Besides, I already have plans, so find someone else."
Why did she always call out of the blue like this?
"Because I miss you so much—that would be the obvious response, right? You must love me so much that you can't stand being apart, so isn't this arrangement perfect?"
"No, I don't miss you that much. Stop making up things about my feelings… And anyway, the last time I saw you was only two weeks ago. Not even half a month. For two people living in Tokyo and Bali, meeting up that often is unrealistic."
He responded with as much indifference as possible.
He was used to this woman's outrageous behavior, but he couldn't allow himself to be easily caught up in her whims.
"Yeah, yeah, it's only natural to feel restless after being apart for two weeks. The time spent away from a loved one breeds longing and anxiety—I understand that very well. But don't worry, I've come up with a brilliant solution. So, about tomorrow's plans—"
Without acknowledging his protests, Kuroka carried on as if she hadn't heard a word.
With over a decade of experience in selfishness, she had no concern for anyone else's circumstances.
"Enough, Kuroka. This conversation is getting out of hand. If you want to explain everything clearly, from start to finish, I'll listen. But if not, I'm hanging up right now."
"As expected of you. You're the only one who refuses me outright. Even though it's me inviting you. You never take the bait… Well, I haven't dated any guys, but I don't think I'm wrong about this."
Kuroka's voice brimmed with amusement.
Reino frowned. He knew she was teasing him on purpose.
Her attitude was as terrible as ever… And despite her devilish personality, she must have rejected more men than he could count.
"Alright, I'll say it again. Reino Barack, I want you to come to Japan as soon as possible. I need your help. This problem might be too difficult for me to handle alone, so please consider it seriously. I, Kuroka, swear on my honor that I am not lying to you."
Her tone suddenly turned serious.
She had invoked her 'honor.' And once Kuroka swore on it, she never lied—no matter what. To her, honor was more valuable than anything else.
Reino let out a deep sigh.
Even though Kuroka was fickle, indifferent to others, and thoroughly enjoyed messing with people, she had saved his life more than once.
Since she had gone this far, he had no choice but to accept.
"…Fine. I'll do as you say. Just don't forget to pick me up."
"Your answer truly pleases me. May God bless your noble spirit, Reino."
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This version flows more naturally while keeping the character dynamics intact. Let me know if you'd like further refinements!
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