- Sasagawa Kyoko! - the guy yelled down his throat, pointing his finger at a redheaded girl who was clearly in mute shock. - Let's go out!
Heh! Is there another Japanese commercial being filmed here? And I was told that the Japanese people are reserved in terms of emotions. It seems like we just don't hear about it. It's not every day that you see a guy coming in from the sky with his head blazing and dressed in one pair of underwear.
Naturally, the girl shouted and ran away to school, leaving the "in love" one. The flame on the boy's forehead went out, publishing the last complaining "pshik". But this is not the end. The show continues. The one who was thrown away in the fall, woke up and inflicted a good right hook on the young nudist.
- Freak! - The dark-haired guy shouted in a rage.
- Have you lost your mind? Pervert! - Then he also went to school, catching up with the redhead.
Everybody walked around the naked guy a mile away and kept whispering, and judging by the nudist's face, he was also shocked by what he had done. He wrapped his head around his hands, looked at his body, and, sitting on the pavement, kept saying that he could not do it, and this dream.
Then, wherever he came from, there was a child in a black suit and a hat. There was a lizard sitting on the field of the hat, and it was hard to tell from my distance what it looked like, but I think it was a chameleon. In the small palm of his hand, the boy squeezed a pretty solid bullet and started to explain something to the nudist with a smile. What they were talking about, I didn't hear, but I noticed that this explanation made the guy panic even more by waving his arms over his head. Huh! It was obviously his day! And so the call rang for class that a pleasant melody was spreading all over the school. From this call, the nudist immediately grabbed the little guy's clothes, which resembled a schoolboy's uniform, and ran to the same school building. Yeah... It wasn't a big deal to be late. However, as soon as the nudist got away, the little boy, with the empty nipple hanging from his neck, looked right at me. It was no accident. He wasn't looking at the cafe building I was sitting in front of. His big black beady eyes were all over me. It wasn't a child's look at that child. There was a strange feeling of danger. It's been a while since I've experienced it.
That kid... Something's clearly wrong with him. He pointed at me with his finger, drew attention to me, and then lured me to his place, letting me know it was me who had to get up from the table and move to him for a meeting. Wow! No upbringing! I am definitely older! How old is he? It doesn't look more than five. Or maybe a baby in general. Although it looks older... hmm... My inner instincts are confused. Okay, I'll go up to the baby, and there we'll see what happens.
- Hello, - I addressed him in Japanese. - Did you want something?
- Serra Daria? - The boy immediately asked me, making me freeze for a moment and focus on him completely. The boy knows my name, knows how I look, knows that I should be here at this time. There's no doubt the only logical answer that comes up is Reborn. But how? Once again... Something is wrong with this child.
- How old are you? - I decided to ask a question, skipping these: "Your name is Reborn? How is that so? You're a child!" and so on.
- It doesn't matter," said the kid, reaching out to me with his open palm. - You can call me "Uncle Reborn. From now on, I am your guardian until your full majority. Your parents have already given their consent and documents. By the way, that's why I couldn't meet you yesterday, and I'm sorry.
This is the number!
Japan..." I sighed as I switched to Russian. - It's a wonderful country. Everywhere you look, there are miracles everywhere. And in the end, you become a freak yourself.
-I understand that you now have a lot of questions, and I will try to answer them all. - Reborn nodded, pulling his hat over his eyes. - For starters, let's find a quiet place to talk and...
- Student. - I heard an icy, but at the same time calm male voice from the school.
A young guy two years older than me was on his way to me and Reborn. The cold look of my dark gray eyes looked down on me.
- A student," he repeated, coming closer to me. - What are you doing here? And where's your uniform? Lessons are already going on.
- She's not going to class until tomorrow," Raeburn climbed in. The dark-haired guy looked at the baby with dissatisfaction, as if only now he noticed his presence. After that, he took out a small rolled-up paper folder from his pocket, on the cover of which it was written: "Cases of transferred students to Namimori High School".
- It says here that the documents are in order and she is a pupil of this school.
- I ran a glance, reading the information. - Serra Daria.
- It is," Raeburn nodded. - But he's going to be in class from the next day. The director knows.
- Hmm!" the guy humbled, and then turned around and headed for the school.