The Stylist

While Kiera pretended to try hard to learn and practice the technique, Kaze was busy saying hello to an old acquaintance.

"I'll fail if I don't pass again." A redhead sighed, sitting in the lotus position and looking at the technique in an isolated location behind a building, "I can't let him down again. I'm pathetic."

"Hello, Addison." Kaze said charmingly.

Her eyes widened when she heard his voice, and she turned her head in panic. "K-Kaze!"

"Why are you so panicked?" He asked with a slight smile, "Do you think I'd kick a maiden like you out of Immortal Skye after giving you a personal invitation?"

Addison gave him a wry smile and turned away. "I don't know why you gave me this invitation, but I'm grateful and want to make the most of it."

"That's a ridiculous question." Kaze laughed breathlessly, "It's because you're talented at cutting hair, and this location lacks a stylist."

He got her number after she cut his hair on the second day back on Earth after transmigrating.