Practical teaching "No problem. A lost supreme masterpiece."
"The lost supreme masterpiece, Hikigaya."
Ayanokouji looked at me with dark eyes.
"I understand."
I felt that even if I didn't ask, Ayanokouji wouldn't take the initiative to ask, so I started to recall the past before coming here.
Me, no, the place where Ayanokouji and I grew up was a facility called the "White Room", a facility for artificially nurturing geniuses.
I can't remember exactly when I started staying there.
Even when I think about the past, I only see a pure white room in my mind.
There I was training to become a genius.
I never had any doubts.
Because that's all I've been taught, and nothing else.
Like a machine, I just carried out the instructions given without thinking.
There are many people like me.
But there are very few people who can accomplish everything as calmly and as naturally as I do.
Ayanokouji and I are like this, even if we lose initially, we always win in the end. It is precisely because of this that we have survived the generation known as the "fourth generation of demons".
When there were only two of us left in the fourth generation, Ayanokouji and I had a real combat training.
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. . The previous description was bland, I'll wait and see [think]
. . The previous description was bland, I'll wait and see [think]