Swish.

The hood on the girl’s head slid down.

Rustle.

Beneath it, short, bright brown hair shimmered softly.

I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.

“N-Nagi!”

From above, when I had looked down from the tree, the angle hadn’t allowed me to see her face clearly. But now, standing here, I could see it distinctly—a sweet, smiling face that was unmistakably my first beloved disciple.