I transmigrated from a world filled with supernatural abilities to one filled with Nen.
I have no lofty ambitions. I just want to coast through life, but unfortunately, my abilities won't let me, and I somehow ended up entangled with a certain magician.
The magician, a makeup-loving trendsetter, held a playing card between his middle and index fingers and asked nonchalantly, "So, what's your relationship with little Yi?"
I calmly played a pair. "Friends."
The long-haired punk trendsetter coldly tossed out a bombshell: "Assassins don't need friends."
I stared expressionlessly at the cards in my hand. "Oh, I do. You're my friend, but I'm not yours. We can each have our own opinion."
The long-haired one silently drew a queen. ...That actually seems logically sound.
The magician burst out laughing. "Puhahahahaha! Little Yi, you lose!" He threw down his last card.
I held out my hand. "Pay up, little Yi."
Little Yi himself reasonably suspects that this couple is getting back at him for taking money from both sides back then.
Theme: Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.
