Eventually, Trent name was called.
He stood quietly, waiting by the door, until the instructor in the center gave him a subtle nod. That was the signal.
The door creaked open.
And standing on the other side… was that guy.
Small frame. No threatening aura. A fragile-looking body that seemed like it would fall apart with a light breeze.
His hair was messily tied back, giving him the awkward air of someone who didn't really care about appearances. On the surface, he looked like a pushover.
But appearances were deceiving.
Most people still didn't have a proper grasp of his true capabilities. In fact, almost no one even bothered to properly evaluate him. They just overlooked him entirely—except for a few who had witnessed firsthand what he could really do that day.
And this guy? He was one of them.
The boy raised a hand and waved casually, a lazy grin on his face.
"Oh~ Long time no see."
The memory hit him like a gust of wind—sharp and vivid.
