The Strength of Everyday Life

The Strength of Everyday Life

Saturday.

It was late April, long after the cherry blossoms had fallen.

Yahiro Kota. Experiencing spring.

I stood before the mirror, almost humming to myself. Reflected there was a face utterly unlike the one I used to have.

In elementary school, people had called me old-looking, and in middle school, they had called me tanuki-faced. But now, I was quite handsome.

Apparently, the elf and oni blood had influenced me in a favorable way, giving me delicate, elegant features.

My hair was as black as if it had been painted with ink, and my skin was snow-white. Amid all that, my wine-red eyes made a powerful impression.

At first glance, I had an androgynous appearance, but I had a distinct Adam's apple, reasonably broad shoulders, and a tall stature. I also knew that beneath my clothes was a six-pack.

My face before becoming a Gifted person had been different down to the bone structure. I remembered that on the morning after the 'Day of Regression,' when I was in my second year of middle school, nobody in my class seemed to know who I was...