Reo had been running for hours. His breath was ragged, his legs aching, but the feeling of being hunted never left his spine. Somewhere behind him—still—they were following. Traces of his aura, faint scuff marks on the Ground even the ripple in the air—whoever pursued him was skilled. Too skilled.
Thankfully, he had changed his appearance midway through the chase. A ripple of illusion energy from his second clone masked his facial structure and altered the color of his hair and eyes. His tattered cloak had been
replaced with a simple brown uniform—worn by a Normal average Girl. With his aura tightly suppressed, he now blended in like a ghost among the crowds near the outer perimeter of crowded People.
Turning into a Girl is Much better since there's a Few would suspect a Girl honestly.
He was getting close to the school again.
As he slowed down, weaving through students and people is mask—tied hastily—shifted. For a split second, his real face peeked through.
