"H-how?"
The silver haired girl couldn't stop herself from asking. Who could blame her, Ezekiel always came across as a normal person, not to mention that he had revealed himself to be a weird sort of forger.
He didn't possess the mana perception of either a Mage or Seer to see through the mana pathways, nor the physique or Talent of a Brawler to break through the sharp wind. The girl couldn't even begin to fathom how he had possibly beat her to passing the whirlwind. Not to mention that he had done so without much scratches to his uniform.
Ezekiel coughed lightly as he averted his eyes before commenting lightly. "You should probably fix your uniform first."
The girl paused, before glancing down at her uniform only to realize that it was in tatters with practically no single area of her clothing spared, leaving her—thankfully untouched—underwear in the open.
