My Isekai Life in Hard Mode

Ryoshu's spine

Ryoshu's keen eyes scoured the bustling scene, eagerly scanning for the distinctive figure of the scholarly man with a cascade of ginger hair. His gaze darted from one cluster of people to another, each passing moment heightening his anticipation.

despite his meticulous search, the figure remained frustratingly elusive, as if swallowed by the throngs of people milling about.

"Could this be a subtle twist woven into the plot?" Ryoshu pondered aloud, his voice barely audible above the crowd's din.

The possibility of yet another unexpected deviation from the meticulously laid-out narrative flickered in his mind, adding an extra layer of intrigue to the unfolding events.

However, with time slipping through his fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass, Ryoshu felt the weight of urgency bearing down upon him. Each passing moment brought the teacher closer to commencing his hunt, leaving Ryoshu with a dwindling window of opportunity to formulate a plan of action.

" the teacher's rank ha