The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 3: Fallen, fallen, little Fallen

And Gillian ran, jumping over the sandpit. Her form soared through the air like a graceful swan. Her moves perfectly aligned, giving her the utmost efficiency. Or so, it looked like for most, for her, this was a relatively inefficient state. She can barely hold back enough to look a little bit, "human-like."

"Once again! A new record!" announced the PE teacher, and the girls cheered, gathering around her.

"Gillian-chan! You did it again!"

"This was the third school record you conquered under a few days!"

"Why don't you join a club? I think you would perfectly fit the athletic or even the kendo club!"

"Yeah... it is not that of a big thing." she just rubbed the back of her head embarrassed and slightly sheepish.

In truth, it was really not a big thing. Or, better said, it was struggling to hold back that much to not look superhuman, just peak human.

Even holding back considerably, she bordered the level of superhuman, Gillian struggled to keep in check just how much physical prowess she shows. A little slip and she may jump on the other side of the sports field, or collapse a building with a finger.

"Having really high physical stats sometimes sucks..." if a simple push of your finger can collapse buildings or lazy fisting in the air can create shock waves those are capable of blowing away multiple blocks. Then you consider holding back as much as possible.

"And this is when I don't even use my skills or my other powers..."

Indeed, even after more than two months, she struggled to keep her new body in control. She has a long way before learning to control it properly.

"And that's when I lazily do something, even holding back. It is actually struggling to keep myself in peak human level. A level that some may consider superhuman."

"Ara! Ara! You are too humble once again, Gillian-chan! Hahahahaha!" patted her back, the PE teacher laughing — a typical, slightly obese middle-aged man wearing a tracksuit.

"Ah! I just do my best, that's all!"

For a moment, Gillian glanced towards the old school building, her expression hardening.

"Sheesh! I wonder how they remained hidden until now. The amount of supernatural pollution they leave behind is enough to cover the whole block." she sighed, feeling the intense dark energy coming from the old school building, flaring up intensely time to time.

"But at least, I can trust Kiba-kun. He was quite sweet coming to my defense." that was the whole thing saving grace. At least she can trust Kiba somewhat, and get to know why he didn't come for a while. It was honestly relieving there is at least someone who is honest with her.

"Or at least, somewhat."

In the last few days, they only meet briefly in the school — and that was when she actually caught him off guard.

Strangely, whenever they meet, they only exchanged a few words, Kiba always finding a reason to hurry away and slip out from her question game.

"Even when I asked him why he didn't came in the last few days, he just came up with a lame reason. A bad excuse, Kiba-kun is really bad at lying."

And indeed, he was. Even without using a skill to discern lie and truth, Gillian already recognized the small signs, and Kiba's uneasy expression when he lied.

"He definitely didn't want to lie. That's clear. From his painful expression and changed bodily reactions, it was evident."

But now, after using one of her skill to eavesdrop the meeting between the ORC and the student council, she was aware, it was actually Rias who forbid Kiba to interact with her.