Childhood Friend of the Zenith

After the storm passed, I began preparing alone in the midst of everyone’s silence.

I could feel eyes on me constantly. Damn it, it wasn’t easy to ignore, even if I tried.

Whispers echoed around me, a buzz of voices.

Curiosity, jealousy, envy—those emotions were all too familiar.

“Who is he?”
“He looks young. Which family does he come from?”
“…Maybe he’s from a family of the Seiga.”
“What is it about him that Paejon would want him as a disciple?”
“He doesn’t look like much... oh, but his face is kind of scary. Hiiik—!”

When I glared at the man who spoke disparagingly, he flinched.

This was really getting on my nerves.

I let out a long sigh, a rare feeling resurfacing within me.

‘Damn old man.’

Of all times, this had to happen just when I was trying to figure things out quietly. Could this really be a coincidence?

I didn’t think so.@@novelbin@@

“Ha...”

I ran my fingers through my hair.

‘What did Paejon sense?’

What exactly did Paejon feel when he looked at me? He couldn’t have sensed my Tua Pacheonmu, I made sure to hide it.

As soon as I felt the resonance, I concealed it. Paejon definitely didn’t pick up on it.

So, it wasn’t about the resonance. That leaves...

‘The body due to reverse aging.’

I looked young, and my body had undergone reverse aging after shedding its limitations. That was what Paejon had been searching for so desperately.

That was probably why he worked so hard to make me his disciple.

If so...

‘Could this be happening again?’

I didn’t know how Paejon had figured it out, but it seemed like that was why he had suddenly approached me and started feeling my body.

However...

‘Can he really figure it out just by feeling my arm?’