There was no bitterness in her voice, only a gentle acceptance tinged with hope—the kind of unguarded optimism that made her such an easy target and, paradoxically, such a valuable asset.

I winced, remembering my speech in the common room. "About that... I might have been a bit harsh."

"A bit?" Her blue eyebrows shot up playfully, but there was a distinct sparkle of amusement in her eyes. "You basically declared war on friendship. I think Jaime is still hiding under his bed, clutching his Sakura Hoshino body pillow for comfort." Her eyes danced with gentle humor as she leaned slightly closer. "Not everyone's out to get you, you know. Some of us just want to... get to know you."

"Strategic intimidation," I replied with a half-smile, testing the waters of a more personable approach. I needed her to believe I was gradually opening up, dropping my guard in response to her kindness.

"The first rule of leadership is to manage expectations. Start tough, then ease up—not the other way around." I looked directly into her eyes, gauging her reaction to this morsel of manufactured vulnerability. "Besides, it's safer that way. People who get close to me tend to get hurt."

Emi's hands trembled slightly as she maintained contact, her healing aura flickering like a candle in a draft. Fatigue was clearly setting in—maintaining the healing field for so long was draining her reserves, small beads of sweat forming at her temples, making her sapphire hair cling to her skin.

"You looked... different. When you were fighting Professor Miller." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Like you were enjoying it, even when he was winning."

I considered my words carefully, weighing the benefits of honesty against the safety of distance. "Fighting is... clarifying. You learn who you really are when your back is against the wall."

I flexed my hand, watching the play of muscles beneath my skin. "When everything else is stripped away—politeness, pretense, fear—what remains is real. Authentic."

She nodded, her expression thoughtful, absorbing my words with surprising depth. "And who are you, Satori Nakano?"

I met her eyes, those warm, trusting eyes that had no place in the cutthroat world of Hunters. "Someone who's going to win." I hesitated, then added, letting my voice soften just enough. "Someone who protects what's his."

The last sentence hung in the air between us, loaded with implications neither of us was ready to address. Emi's cheeks flushed again, a deeper rose than before, and she withdrew her hands, the healing aura fading like mist in the morning sun.

"I think that's enough," she said softly, her voice slightly breathless. "How do you feel?"

I rotated my shoulders experimentally, testing the limits of my healing body. The pain had diminished to a dull ache, and the fog in my head had cleared completely, replaced by an unusual clarity.

Whatever Dr. Sandoval had injected me with was potent, perhaps dangerously so. "Better. Much better. You have a gift."

"It's nothing special," she demurred, always quick to downplay her own abilities. "Just a basic healing aura. Not like the combat Aspects that can level buildings."

"Never underestimate support skills," I said, surprising myself with my sincerity. "In the right situation, they're more valuable than any offensive power."

She helped me back into my uniform top, her fingers brushing against my skin with feather-light touches that left trails of warmth in their wake. Each point of contact was brief but deliberate, a dance of proximity and retreat that spoke of her internal conflict—wanting to help but uncertain of her welcome.

"We should get back to Onyx House," she said, gathering her things. "The others will be wondering what happened. Raphael was already starting rumors about you being carried out unconscious."

As we left the infirmary, I glanced back at the building, thinking of Dr. Sandoval's strange interest in my "unusual mana channels." The way her eyes had glowed, seeing something in me that even I wasn't aware of.

Yet another piece in the puzzle of what made me different in this world. Another clue to my father's legacy, perhaps. Or something even stranger.

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the academy grounds. The walk back to Onyx House would take us through a secluded path lined with cherry trees, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze. Perfect for a private conversation.

"Satori-kun," Emi's voice pulled me from my thoughts, hesitant but determined. "Will you teach me how to fight like that? Not the getting-hurt part," she added quickly, "but the way you analyzed everything, how you kept getting up no matter how many times he knocked you down."

I studied her for a moment, weighing the potential benefits against the risks. Having her in my debt would be useful, and training together would provide countless opportunities to deepen our bond. A tactical advantage wrapped in the guise of generosity.

"Yes," I decided, allowing a hint of warmth to enter my voice. "But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You teach me everything you know about healing. Knowledge is power, and I need every advantage I can get." I met her gaze directly. "An exchange. Your expertise for mine."

Emi's face lit up with a smile so genuine it was almost painful to look at directly, like staring into the sun. Pure, unfiltered joy radiating from her with an intensity that made something uncomfortable twist in my chest.

"Deal! We can start tonight, if you're feeling up to it. I have books on regenerative theory and mana channeling that might help you understand the principles behind what I do."

As we walked back toward Onyx House, Emi chattering excitedly about healing techniques and energy transfer, I felt Nel's words echoing in my mind like a distant warning bell.

They are tools for the narrative. I am the one writing the script with you.

But looking at Emi's excited face as she talked about the healing arts with genuine passion, her hands moving animatedly to illustrate complex concepts, I wondered if perhaps the supporting cast might have more important roles than even the gods had planned.

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