– Frey Starlight's POV –
Yawn
Wearing the official uniform of the Temple's elite class, I made my way toward the classroom.
Everything felt like a dream ... as if I'd stepped a full year back in time to when I first set foot in this place. But anyone could tell that the Frey who walked these halls now was no longer the same as the Frey from back then… not by a long shot.
The whispers around me were living proof of that.
"That's him… the one who won the Victoriad."
"The man who defeated the hero."
"Don't make eye contact! He's a criminal."
"I heard he just got out of Alkatraz… only days ago."
"Terrifying…"
Thanks to my enhanced senses, I could hear every word with painful clarity.
They repeated my damned name so often I almost wanted to change it.
Frey, Frey, Frey, Frey… I swear, if one more person says it—
"Frey!"
"…"
"Haha, you're back! Look at you!"
Slap!
Danzo slammed his palm on my back ... just a slap, but it sent me two meters forward before I caught myself.
