"Hey," I said after a moment. "Jingis. They're basically cat people?"
Ken stared at me strangely. "You really haven't seen many before, huh?"
"I've seen one," I replied carefully. "Just not up close."
"Well, yeah. They're rare around here." He shrugged. "Most Jingis stay farther south. There are a few in the academy, though. They're usually pretty chill."
I nodded slowly.
Yesterday, when I first saw one near the girls' dormitory, my brain had nearly short-circuited. Seeing someone with feline ears, slit pupils, sharp teeth, and a tail casually walking around like it was completely normal had been a lot to process.
Honestly, my first thought had been that she might attack someone.
Which, in hindsight, was incredibly stupid.
Great.
I'd been racist toward cat people within five seconds of meeting one.
Good job, Ace.
"So," Ken said while leaning toward me slightly, lowering his voice. "Mio already knew you were Ambly-blessed."
"Yeah."
