As the discussions soon ended, she was sent back to her training.
Akira's medical classes would start from the next day, every day after lunch and would last until the final bell rung.
Which meant she would only get half a day training everyday until the sports festival. Half the time as the others.
That did not concern her. She realised that it would not be a very smart choice to practice the techniques that would be used by her villain persona in school even if nobody was watching.
If there was anything Keigo completely drilled into her, it was to assume that they were always being watched.
So, she shifted to training what she would actually use. But the problem is that she had plenty of attacks already made. Defence, offence, everything could be manipulated with a single thought.
Her blood is a fluid she could control at will. And she saw no point in adding new attacks when she could practice the others until she wouldn't even need a concious thought to create them.
But she was too used to Keigo's speed and fighting style that she could not actually go all out with the others and barely used any attacks during the previous fights between them.
And during the USJ, her panic and fear narrowed her down to what she constantly used regularly.
The blood bullets, tendrils and wings. And the only other one she conciously used was the one she developed in inspiration of tree branches, making the blood that pierced that nomu in the head to go in and branch into every organ continuously as that monster refused to stay put and freaking regenerate every little damage it took even when the projections were still in its body.
And she even forgot to use the blood she already launched before in the form of bullets.
She would have pulled it back and reused that lost blood on any given moment.
But her mind was panicking so much every single functioning braincell left her.
So she decided to practice every other technique until she could use them like breathing.
'I'm too used to training in safe environments. Damnn.... Wish someone tries to kill me rn.' She wished hopelessly.
' or atleast actually hit me enough to hurt so that I'll actually genuinely avoid those hits. Chikky is going too easy on me and I'm very offended.
Today I'll get an actual fight out of him no matter what!' She decided as she started practicing her techniques on quick repetition.
The school bell finally rang as everyone returned to class to grab their bags to go home.
She missed her brother. It had been a whole day since she saw him.
But just as she readied herself to take off into air from the window, she remembered the bug she planted on Aoyama.
There was a chance that he wasn't the mole too. He had killed the enemies during USJ along with others. But too many odds were stacking against him.
' I wanna go home... Do I really have to do all this? Can't I just leave it to others and just.....go back to Chikky? ... But..... what if me not acting now comes back in future and....takes him away....no.. I will have to do this.... I must..' She steeled herself as she took off in air, spreading her massive blood wings as she stayed above the clouds waiting for the blonde sparkly boy to move and give her a hint.
The sun started to set by the time everyone moved. Aoyama was still in class, no movement or sound was available which meant he was being completely still and silent.
Akira stayed above the pink clouds kissed by the sun. The wind blew past her as she stared at her screen making no move to fix her hair. She did not want to miss a single beat if it meant she might lose a hint.
But deep inside, Akira felt something eating at her for watching her friend like a variable. She genuinely liked him. She liked his confidence and attitude. And the way he's always smiling and charming.
She wanted those things she saw in him to be real and not an act he put on for everyone. That was her friend. A really bright one. She desperately wished her suspicions were wrong.
But his stillness and silence after everyone left gave another layer to her suspicions.
Because, nobody would sit quietly in a completely empty room in complete stillness. Especially not the boy who liked to admire himself in mirror every second.