Chapter 9: The Loom!
Even with the eyes of thousands of girls fixed on him like he was some ancient relic that just blinked, Ren Kisaragi sat straight yet relaxed, his posture calm, composed, and entirely unbothered.
He didn't flinch, didn't crack. In fact, he took the moment to gently fix the slightly wrinkled collar of his pristine white academy shirt, as if he was just out for a morning stroll and had accidentally wandered into a stadium full of hormonal teenage girls.
But inside? Inside, he was calculating everything down to the temperature of the room and the rate at which social anxiety was melting the brain cells of the girl next to him.
Statistically, this was the worst-case scenario for someone like him—being the single anomaly in an otherwise perfectly synchronized social ecosystem.
But for Ren? It was just Tuesday.
Still, even someone as mentally ironclad as Ren had to admit; it was awkward being stared at like he had grown horns.
But he had already expected this.
Here it was. The question he knew was coming. A thousand minds had thought it, but one bold girl finally said it out loud.
Ren's silver eyes calmly found the woman at the stage.
He had already deduced her strength wasn't anywhere near the Azure Decree woman from before—barely 5% of it at best—but her commanding presence still made her voice echo across the stadium like thunder.
And yet, she didn't speak immediately. Instead, she turned to Ren and gave a small nod. It was a chance. Or maybe a test?