My summoner and I entered our dorm room, and I emptied everything I had in my pockets, key, wooden coins, and a map, before placing the package I had been gifted from that belligerent cafeteria staff member on the table.

  I wanted to distract myself from my thoughts, so I started opening the package that the staff member gave me. At the time, urgency superseded my curiosity when I was ushered away and attended my last class. Now, I was curious as to why I was given this from them.

  I opened it carefully, slowly undoing the knot on top before unwrapping the cloth.

  Within the cloth was a box.

  It reminded me of those classical Japanese Bento Boxes, specifically those black and red ones. I opened it and saw the lunch I hadn’t finished eating, complete with utensils.

  There is some good in this world after all!

  I thought I’d have to spend the rest of my new life mourning over this meal I’d never finish eating. Thank god!

  Wait.

  Scratch that. Thank everything that led to this meal being preserved, except the god that reincarnated me. I’m thankful for them giving me a second chance at life, but they also threatened to erase my existence.

  I closed it, not wanting to leave any smell or food residue in my summoner’s room. It still smelled good, but I didn’t want the smell to linger in the room we’d be sleeping in. That’d be self-inflicted torture.

  I took the cloth the food came in and wrapped it the same way I unwrapped, aligning the creases leftover by the box, then took the string and carefully tied a knot to secure it. The knot worked, but not to the same quality as when I first untied it. The cloth even shifted, sliding against the box I wrapped.

  Frustrated, I created a few rubber bands and tied them to the box before grabbing my room key and leaving, box in hand. I heard my summoner speak, carrying the cadence of asking a question. I’m sure he was asking where I’m going.

  I simply manifested a picture of the cliff I saw Electric Blue and Ms. Grey stand at, making a loop of tape and sticking its back to the wall before leaving the room.

  …

  I created the same monobloc chair I sat in when I was telekinetically throwing dodgeballs at my summoner, placing it a few feet before the cliff’s edge. A part of me thought of some misplaced fear that the cliff could collapse if I placed the chair too close to the edge, so I placed it further back. The view didn’t change as much, only that a portion of the town was obstructed by the ground.

  I took a seat, removing the rubber bands and dissipating them, before undoing the poorly done knot and removing the cloth, stretching it out and placing it over my lap to act as a shield for any crumbs or other bits of food that could incidentally end up on my pants. The act was a result of my parents always telling me to do this whenever we were at a restaurant that provided cloth napkins alongside the plates and utensils.

  Wonder how they’re doing?

  Not wanting to think of any depressing thoughts, I opened the box and dug in.

  “Haaaah.” I sighed in relief, enjoying the flavors.

  Although it wasn’t as good as being served fresh, the flavor and texture remained, albeit altered or diminished.

  The sun was hovering just over the horizon, and it remained as breathtaking as the first time.

  My eyes drifted to the town below, made of a mixture of buildings that stood out and buildings that looked as identical as their neighbors.

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  I wonder when I’ll be able to go down there.

  Going by myself isn’t as available an option as simply going down to sate my curiosity. It’d help if I could go with someone with any inkling of familiarity with the town’s affairs.

  Perhaps if I learn enough about this world’s language, I can visit the town then.

  Huh, weird.

  I just realized that, although it was a simple wish, something that I’m sure any student could fulfill if they wanted to, it felt like a tantalizing wish, something that could only be achieved with enough determination, luck, and perseverance, such as becoming a successful YouTuber, Webcomic creator, novel author, anime or film director, or esteemed chef. A wish that could only make you think, “I made it” when reached.

  Is there a word for this feeling? Insignificance? Humility? I’m not sure. Oh well.

  I merely sat in my monobloc chair, slowly enjoying my meal as I took in my meal.

  …

  Before I knew it, I finished my meal, my spoon scraping against the box as I went for another bite I thought remained.

  I neatly put the utensils away before covering the box and wrapping it in the cloth and string it came with, putting extra effort in ensuring the cloth was wrapped tightly, and the string was tied securely.

  I need to return this to Mr. Belligerent Cook. No point in keeping dirty dishes in the room.

  I sat up, cradling the box against my chest. I was about to dissipate the monobloc chair when I noticed someone else standing next to me.

  It was the girl with Electric Blue Cotton Candy hair.

  Although I don’t recall the exact spot I stood in to admire the sunset, I made sure to put ample distance between her and me. This time, my chair sat closer to the center, where I believed I had the best view, excluding the fact that a part of it was obstructed by the ground I was standing on.

  Does she remember the exact spot she stands in every time she comes here? I’ll have to mark it with something.

  I looked around, hoping to find a stray rock. There was none.

  The monobloc chair dissipated to my will, which got a head turn reaction from the blue-haired girl.

  Would that make her the 2nd person to witness me dissipating something?

  I was certain that my summoner- Kiori, I think- saw me dissipating objects first. He didn’t seem as shocked compared to Ms. Blue over here. I wonder why.

  Apologies for intruding on your spot, miss. I wish you the best and leave you to your devices.

  I gave her a nod before making my way to the school cafeteria.

  …

  It was easier to find the cafeteria without needing to rely on my map. If I had to give an estimate, I’d say I’ve committed around 60% of the school’s layout to memory.

  I’ll need to mark that special square garden area on my map. That would be a nice place to relax.

  Recalling the serene scenery of that space made me wish I had eaten my leftover lunch there instead. Perhaps I should do that next time. I’m not sure I’d be a welcome face, knowing what I had done to Ms. Electric Blue.

  I just hope other students don’t confront me and try to escalate things into a fight. That location is beautiful.

  Thankfully, there were still people at the cafeteria, though I didn’t see Mr. Belligerent.

  Another staff member greeted me. A woman with glossy red hair and straight bangs, with the hair at the back stretching past her shoulders.

  What should I nickname her? Apple Red? Velvet Red? Mantle Red? She’s got a hair color that would stand out in my world. Are hair dyes common here, or is there simply a more diverse selection of natural hair pigmentation?

  I knew that red hair could occur naturally back in my world, but a color of this shade and intensity could only be achieved through dyes.

  No! You’re not here to fixate on hair colors, focus!

  I waved at the woman before handing her package over the counter. The moment I put it down, I realized it seemed like I was giving her a gift. Thankfully, the woman was slow, so I quickly snatched it, unwrapped it, and presented it to her before putting it down to avoid misunderstanding.

  Her reaction didn’t seem to change. I guess that meant Mr. Belligerent told her to expect this empty dish. Good, saves me the trouble.

  I gave her a thankful nod before turning to leave, only to bump into Ms. Electric Blue.

  Ummm…

  Did she follow me?

  She walked up toward me.

  I gently sidestepped, knowing the lunch counter was behind me.

  She turned in the direction I side-stepped, facing me.

  Yup, she’s here for me.

  Is she here for a fight? She looks too relaxed.

  Before I could mentally prepare, she started speaking. There were a lot of words I couldn’t understand coming out of her mouth. When she finished, Mantle Red made a shrill screech. I turned to her to gauge her reaction. I was thankful for her presence as a witness to whatever had transpired.

  Widened eyes… both hands covering her mouth in horror… dilated pupils…hmm…

  Think. Magic empowered violence is a common occurrence at this school. This girl may believe she can’t beat me in a fair fight, so she confronted me… but for what?

  Calm composure… humiliation in front of her peers… I’m alone, with only a bottom-tier member of Mr. Blonde's work hierarchy as witness. Whatever she had said, she was confident enough to admit, uncaring for any witnesses as long as they kept quiet.

  Combining all of these factors, there was only one possible answer.

  She just threatened my life in front of Ms. Mantle Red!