It was a misty morning. Today is the 9th or 10th of April, which is also the time when I transfer to the first grade class 3 of the First High School.
"Hey, hey, look!" After a short period of silence, there was a commotion in the classroom. "Who is that!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on the podium. The boys stared at me with fervent eyes while the girls whispered to each other. They were surprised and unwilling, as if they didn't want to look at me, but they also stared at me unwillingly.
"He only transferred here half a month after school started. There must be something wrong with him!”
"Jealousy is very ugly!" After the boy refuted the girl, he looked at me with a sleepwalking expression." But, she's really a mysterious beauty…"
If there was something wrong with everyone who transferred in mid-April, wouldn't there be countless mysterious transfer students in Japan? As I grumbled in my heart, I elegantly picked up the chalk and wrote down the words "Ayahara Tokujin" on the blackboard.
"Eh? Is that a girl's name?"
"It is indeed rare…How should I read it? Shido--”
This is a name that is very unfamiliar to me.
Not only that, the bold and unrestrained handwriting was also extremely unfamiliar to me. Although the Chinese characters on the blackboard were very beautiful and the handwriting was so beautiful that it could be called a work of art, I inexplicably felt that these words were definitely written by my right hand. The more I looked at them, the more it didn't seem right.
The doubt in my heart didn't show on my face at all. I elegantly turned around and maintained a smile as I bowed at everyone."Hello, everyone. I am Ayahara, pronounced 'Ayahara Dokito'. Please give me your guidance.”
After he finished speaking, the air suddenly tensed up for a moment. It was like the clear resonance of crystals striking each other. The pure and noiseless sound seemed to still resound in the classroom. Then, there was a belated intake of breath from below the podium.
"Wow…not only is she beautiful and elegant, but her voice is also so nice!”
"Did you hear that? Her language is so strange…Which girl would call herself 'me'?”
The students 'questions and emotions finally revolved around a core point.
"Who is she?"
I stood in the center of attention, but the classroom did not give the usual applause to welcome the new students. Confused? Or was he shocked? My existence…is indeed very strange. I maintained my bowing posture as I asked the same question in my heart.
Who am I?
" Ayahara-san, don't be so formal." The class teacher, Ms. Enochi, who was standing under the podium, walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder." Have you heard that excessive politeness is equivalent to rudeness…"
Her palm was slightly warm. After I stood up straight, I turned around and smiled at her.
Yue Zhi narrowed his eyes and adjusted his glasses.""Aya-kun's smile is really lethal. Even I was stunned by it…Aya-kun's actions were very elegant, and everyone was unable to react for a moment.”
I nodded at her, but there was still no reaction from the classroom. It was a little awkward. I turned to look out the window.
A beautiful girl was reflected in the transparent glass window.
His waist-length silver hair was as clear and dazzling as water. Her slender face seemed to have come from the hands of a first-class sculptor, with smooth surfaces and perfect lines. Although the length of the school uniform skirt had not been changed, it fell above her knees due to her slender figure, revealing her overly slender calves. Everyone who saw this appearance held their breath. Her existence was simply a symbol of the word "beauty".
According to my guardian when I woke up, this guy's name is Shijin Ayahara. He's 15 years old and a freshman in high school. I secretly frowned at my unfamiliar self. In my reflection, my delicate and handsome eyebrows formed a lovable arc. Even a first-class meticulous painter would find it difficult to outline such a beautiful arc, but it was so annoying to me.
I guess I'm either self-disgusted or in the wrong body. His gaze met the gray eyes in the reflection. Through my eyes, I saw nothing.
"What is everyone in a daze for? Beauty He Feng!" " Don't you welcome a cute girl as a new member of our class?" Mrs. Yue Zhi said with an exaggerated gesture and a provocative tone.”
The handsome boy sitting by the window in the first row clapped his hands as if he had just woken up from a dream. Then, as if a spark had ignited into a flame, the sparse applause suddenly became as enthusiastic as thunder. The awkwardness of the previous minute felt like a dream.
The prolonged applause seemed to have troubled the class next door. The homeroom teacher of Year 1 Class 2 appeared at the door of the classroom."Excuse me, what exactly are you…"
"Ah, I'm really sorry!" Mr. Yue Zhi walked out of the door with his hands clasped together and apologized to the other party in the corridor."There's a new, great young lady. Everyone's a little too excited ~"
In the absence of a teacher, the classroom was in chaos. Even the well-behaved brunette girl sitting in the middle of the first row took the opportunity to speak softly," Ayahara-san, um, hello, my name is Inoue…"
" Hey, Orihime, there's plenty of time to introduce yourself." The female student behind her poked her with a pen and then looked up at me." Hey, Ayahara-san, why did you transfer here at this time?"”
The girl named Inoue looked sincere and innocent. The other girl with short, handsome hair was carefree, but her words and actions were not malicious. It was rare that their applause was not just for show like the other girls.
Seeing the possibility of getting along well, I revealed a gentle smile."My physical condition…is not normal. My illness happened to act up when school started, so I had to rest at home.”
Everyone who was chatting enthusiastically actually pricked up their ears. After hearing my answer, the classroom fell silent for a moment. Then, another wave of commotion broke out.
"How pitiful…"
"Wow-as thin as it looks, as if it would break at the touch..."
"A sickly beauty is even more lovable!”
Such discussions rose one after another. The boys 'eyes became gentler, and many girls frowned with sympathy on their faces. I smiled and lowered my head in embarrassment.
"Eh? So it was like this. "I'm sorry, I asked something bad…" The girl widened her eyes.
"No, no, nothing at all. I'm extremely grateful for your concern. I'm already used to being sick, so there's nothing inconvenient for me to mention. Please don't mind.”
" Used to it? Naturally, it was understood that he was weak and sickly. As a result, more and more girls showed pitiful expressions. The hostile gazes from the back of the classroom gradually turned into contempt.
Every word was true, it was in my nature not to lie-it was just a little misleading. Although there was no physical illness, the problem was mental. It was not wrong to say that he was sick.
What I'm suffering from is a disease called 'amnesia'.
When he regained consciousness, it was just around the time school started. However, because I couldn't even answer the question of who I was, I had to start learning about this world from scratch.
Thus, I was locked up in my uncle's house and was instilled with all kinds of knowledge and skills. The basement was very spacious, but I couldn't tell day from night, so I couldn't tell what day it was.
Even my uncle, who claimed to be a genius scientist, said that there was no cure for amnesia. Therefore, what dominated me now was the instinct that I had accumulated in my body and subconscious for the past fifteen years of my life.
For example, his overly self-disciplined behavior, his brain that automatically memorized every face when he stepped into the classroom, and his perfect vision.
" Vision " might not be the right word, because for me, the ubiquitous air is my true five senses, rather than the photon that forms images by stimulating the retina.
"So you're a sickly person."
A few girls sitting at the back of the classroom were whispering.
"Sigh, you have the face of a short-lived ghost. You really have a terminal illness. In that case, you don't have to care about her ~"
They and I were at opposite ends of the classroom, so theoretically, it was impossible for them to hear anything.
That was it. People can perceive other people's movements and sounds because of the stimulation of the photon to the eyes and the stimulation of the sound wave to the eardrums-but light or sound are meaningless to me.
It wasn't 'seeing' or 'hearing'. What told me everything was the air itself. Every action of a person would produce vibrations that would spread through the air. As long as it wasn't a vacuum, no matter how weak the vibrations were, they wouldn't escape my perception.
Because I can control the wind. Within the scope of my abilities, the air is my eyes, ears, hands, or feet. The omnipresent wind is an extension of me. Therefore, in this classroom, all the actions of the students are under my perception.
I let out a sigh of relief. Right now, those tall girls were sizing me up with contempt.
Pretending to be weak was forced by the situation. Their previous strong hostility towards me might very well cause them to find trouble with me. And now, I've reduced their disgust for me to the level of disdain, so the threat is much smaller.
Actually, I don't hate trouble at all. I welcome threats…
What fun is there in life without challenges? In the end, life is a battle!
Ah, that's right. My blood has a very low boiling point…To put it in a better way, it should be called 'combative.'
It was precisely because I could vaguely sense my troublesome personality that I felt that I had to kill off any signs of trouble from the beginning. After all, I didn't have much time to waste on unimportant things.
The question of who I am torments me all the time. Too much etiquette, too much prudence, too much exercise of the body, and too much beauty--all of these made it difficult for me to make an optimistic estimate of my past life.
However, I didn't care. No matter what kind of past I knew, it was better than not knowing what was going on.
"If you want to know…then go and find the answer yourself.”
The man who was wearing a strange white and green striped hat and strange white and green clothes and called himself my "uncle" said to me.
That's why I'm standing here, because this place holds the answer I'm looking for.
I smiled shyly in response to all kinds of gazes and questions while opening the Wind Net. All the words and actions of the students, including the smallest expressions, were collected as intelligence. The brain processed the information quickly, eliminating the useless noise and preserving the useful information, which was stored in the brain.
The people I met in the claustrophobic room at my uncle's house all ignored my question. After stepping into this unfamiliar world, all kinds of information flooded into me.
In just a few short hours, I realized that my body…was simply an abnormal existence like a monster.
Just now, when he walked onto the podium, a rule appeared in his mind." In a new environment, you must be careful with your words and actions. You must pay more attention to observation so that you can accurately and quickly grasp the information.”Then, his body perfectly executed the best strategy of "showing weakness".
I told you that I'm just an ordinary fifteen-year-old high school student! How did all this mess get stuffed into my brain!!
Not to mention that terrifying power of wind…I sighed.
This body that he hadn't gotten used to would feel strange from time to time. It could be said to be a surprise, but it wasn't too much to say that it was a shock. It was very convenient to use, but…the psychological discomfort was another matter! But for the current me, this is the only way.
I looked at the normal freshmen in front of me with a smile on my face, but I couldn't smile at all in my heart. They had carefree faces-noisy, joking, talking about pretty girls-and would not ask questions like " Who am I?" because they knew themselves so they would not be afraid or confused.
If I pretend to be a normal person like them, will I be able to ignore the abnormal parts of myself and accept the terrifying…me?
No, perhaps there was no need to disguise. Once I find that person, I won't need to be afraid or confused.
"Hello, Ayahara-san. My name is Arisawa Ryuuki. I'm really sorry for what happened just now. If you feel any discomfort in the future, please let me know!”
The short-haired girl extended a friendly hand to me. I smiled back kindly. My gaze lingered on her for a moment, then passed her and locked onto the last row of the classroom, a handsome boy.
Yes, he was the answer I was looking for, the key to solving all my mysteries.
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