Noa felt nothing.
He saw nothing and thought nothing.
It lasted for a while as if he were in a deep sleep with no dreams.
Abruptly, his eyes opened without his consent, letting the light shine on the scene before him.
"Teleportation!" he exclaimed, glancing at his mates. "This is so cool."
Noa was okay with displaying his lost composure.
He already wanted to befriend order members, but the awkward start made it difficult.
Finding a fine line between not bending his knees and being likable was something he didn't really know how to do.
"You need to get used to it," Vivi said. "But I am surprised you didn't throw up."
She patted Punchy, who was emptying his stomach.
The strong, bald man never adjusted to the weird sensation and hated this magical transport.
"Guess I have a tolerance," Noa said with a wicked smile.
Punchy shook his head at Noa's mocking comment, his fist shaking for blood.
