"So… you are not a reincarnator?" Yuna asked again, narrowing her eyes at me as if she could peel back my thoughts just by staring long enough. "Just someone reaaaally talented?"
'Yes.'
I nodded without hesitation.
I was bullshitting.
Well, not entirely.
I was talented.
Even without the memories of my previous life, I would still have learned martial arts as easily as breathing.
Some people were born with sharp minds. Some with strong bodies. I was born with both, at least when it came to combat.
My talent in martial arts was only matched by people like Charlotta and the Sword King.
'Tsk. Recalling that Sword King is souring my mood.'
Yuna kept staring at me, clearly dissatisfied with my short answer.
"Okay, then I will trust you. But…"
She leaned closer.
"If you are a reincarnator, tell me. You don't have to worry about me reporting you to the System."
'Okay.'
I nodded again.
As if I would trust her that easily.
