"However, don't disappoint me," Yuki said, her gaze lingering on Satoru.
There was a sense of expectation in her eyes that hadn't been there before.
It wasn't just that Satoru's appearance and body had undergone a miraculous transformation overnight; there was something more.
His stubbornness, his unyielding desire to grow stronger—these traits intrigued her, made her wonder what the future might hold for him.
Satoru chuckled, a mix of confidence and nervousness in his voice. "Of course! As your personal disciple, I'm sure I can become the strongest in Celestial Atrium within three months."
Yuki raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged. "The first place is me."
Satoru flinched, the bravado momentarily slipping. "Uh, uh, well..."
"Second place, then. I should at least be able to achieve that, right?" he said, recovering with a sheepish grin.
