Noa smirked, raised his hand, and said,
"It was me."
"What do you mean, it was you?" Gio asked, standing behind the old man.
The latter neared the corpses, inspecting them.
His eyes glowed as if some kind of ability was used.
Then he glanced back at Noa, waiting for the answer to the question Gio had asked.
"Embers with hearing problems?" Noa mocked. "What more do you want me to say? Some losers tried to kill us, but it turns out I'm better at their job."
The air turned still.
It lingered for a while, devoured by silence.
The grandpa broke it, his name emerging in Noa's mind.
"What an interesting youngster. Can you share more details?"
The instructors weren't the only ones interested in his story.
After hearing his confession, his classmates also wanted to hear directly from him.
Yet Noa booed them away.
"Just do your job right and investigate. Shouldn't you help the injured first?"
His voice was prideful, cocky even.
