"I-I really have no idea what you're talking about," she stammered. "I-I was just running late, that's why I'm rushing."
Even after I showed her proof that she had been peeking and trying to eavesdrop on the conversation, she kept denying it. She was trembling, but it looked like she was going to keep lying through her teeth.
Right now, she looked terrified. Completely freaked out. She must've realized that I wasn't someone to mess with. She knew me as the powerless, skillless loser, the weakest in the entire school—hell, weaker than even her. Before I got here, she was considered the weakest, being last in rank as a second-year, and not ranking up even once since the previous year. She hadn't ranked up even once. But I had. And I didn't even have a skill.
She had no clue how I was pulling it off, or if my "skillless" status was just a front I was keeping up.
