Since his tentacles were extremely sensitive to water, Itona had nothing to do but sit under an umbrella while watching the rest of Class E splashing and laughing in the ocean’s shimmering waves.

Not that he showed it kn his face, but even a quiet guy like him felt the sting of being excluded, even unintentionally. Because of that, you can understand his surprise when you sat down beside him on the beach towel that was previously spread across the burning sand.

“Is something wrong? Why aren't you having fun with the others?” Itona asked in his usual dull, indifferent tone, although his eyes betrayed a subtle gratitude.