Going to school together and doing experiments in the lab.
Ah, I'm so tired.
An elf mage who was a member of the hero party that defeated the Demon King, she is a disciple of the human grand mage, Volamel. Known as "Frieren the Destroyer," for her significant contribution to researching and analyzing murder magic for humans and for being credited with the demise of countless demons; she is a calm and collected individual who is devoted to traveling and gathering magical knowledge, but she often displays clueless or eccentric behavior that leaves her teammates baffled. She also has a very dull sense of love and romance.
A third-year student at Minegahara High School. Sakuta's senior, a popular actress who debuted as a child star. Two years ago, she retired from the entertainment industry for unknown reasons after graduating from junior high. Her parents are divorced, and she has a half-sister, Toyohina Kazumi. She is skilled in cooking. Despite her busy schedule, she excels academically. Her work ethic is exceptional, driven by talent, diligence, and a strong sense of professionalism. A rare beauty with perfect proportions and long black hair reaching her waist. She is extremely popular among boys due to her incredibly beautiful face. She suffers from the urban legend “Puberty Syndrome” (manifesting as being forgotten by everyone).
A flurry of snowflakes danced around me, catching the sunlight and scattering it into a thousand tiny rainbows. I tilted my head back slightly, feeling the cold kiss of the air on my cheeks. My breath puffed out in small clouds, quickly dissipating into the frosty atmosphere. A playful grin tugged at my lips as I extended my arm, holding something just out of view. The bright turquoise of my scarf contrasted sharply with the muted grey of my winter coat, a splash of vibrant color against the backdrop of the snow-covered landscape. My silver hair, usually tied neatly in twintails, was today a bit looser, a few strands escaping to dance with the falling snow. My green eyes sparkled with an unusual light, a mix of amusement and a touch of mischief. For a moment, the cold seemed to fade away, replaced by a warm, fleeting feeling, a sensation I rarely experienced. This moment, this fleeting, human feeling, was worth preserving. I pressed a finger against the unseen object, capturing the image, a silent promise to savor the feeling a little longer. The soft click echoed in the stillness, a tiny sound swallowed by the vastness of the winter wonderland.