Reincarnated as a Genius Mage

Finally, after bathing, and putting on a light, casual dress— I’ve eaten.

I feel really full.

Jennette isn’t wrong. I’ve grown about five inches taller. My muscles are becoming harder. My mana pathway has expanded, and what else? Oh, that’s right. My hair— I didn’t cut it for the past one year. I was too focused on the grind. Everything else was just a distraction to me. That’s why I went from E rank to C rank in just a year, when it takes the average mercenary about five years. It was hectic, but worth it.

And now, I’m seated on the wooden floorboard of the living room— my back facing against Jennette who’s sitting on the soft couch behind me— her fingers working on my hair. I think she’s twisting it.

I’ve never revealed it, but I kind of like this new, long hair of mine. It’s Jet-black, flowy, and cascades down to my shoulder.

I never had the chance to keep a hair as long as this in my past life. I had to be ’prim and proper.’ You know, the usual ’Rich person’ look. Always wearing suits, and the only haircut I always had was a buzz cut. Thinking about it just makes me annoyed.

Now that I take another look at this reincarnation thing. On the bright side— probably the only perk— I can freely style myself however I want. Whatever fashion style I want. No more ’rich person’ suit and a ’I’m a CEO’ buzz cut. But the irony? The fashion in this world.. it’s pretty much non-existent.

A soft sigh breaks out of my mouth

"Stop shaking your head. I’m trying to concentrate." Jennette says— breaking my trail of thoughts.

And I stiffen my neck, "what are you even doing with my hair?" I ask.

"Don’t worry, you’ll see." She replies with a low giggle.