My Talent's Name Is Generator

Chapter 1295: Missed

After leaving Vivi and Lyrate behind, I did not immediately return to the others. There was one person I wanted to see before anything else, someone I had thought about more times than I cared to admit during those three years.

North.

I had already asked the others to give us some time alone, and Vivi had only given me a knowing smile before leaving. I didn’t need to ask where North was because I could already sense her aura.

She was on Abor.

More specifically, she was inside one of the quieter cities near the central region, far away from the bustling areas where most of the Order’s members gathered. When I arrived, I found her standing inside a small garden attached to one of the academy’s old buildings, surrounded by flowering trees and a few young disciples practicing nearby.

She was dressed exactly as I remembered her, elegant without trying to be. A fitted black blazer rested over a sleek brown V-neck top, while matching black pants followed the graceful lines of her tall figure. Her long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and a delicate necklace rested against her collarbone. Even from a distance, her large brown eyes and soft features were unmistakable.

For several seconds, I simply stood there and watched her.

Three years.

I had crossed battlefields, killed Demi-Gods, entered another universe, and spent years drowning myself in Origins, yet somehow the sight of her standing beneath those trees affected me more deeply than any of it.

I smiled and walked toward her.

"North."

She heard me. I knew she did because her fingers stopped moving. But she didn’t turn around. I slowed to a stop behind her.

"That’s a rather cold welcome."

But she gave no reaction. I scratched the back of my head. "I was expecting at least a little excitement."

North calmly continued arranging the flowers in front of her.

"Maybe you should have thought about that three years ago."

I couldn’t help smiling.

There it was.

Not anger like Vivi’s, not an accusation thrown directly at me, but that quiet disappointment that somehow made me feel far guiltier.

"I did think about you."

"And how difficult would it have been to reach out to me?"

"Not at all. I just..." I paused, realizing that I had absolutely nothing convincing to say after that.

She finally turned around.

Her brown eyes met mine, and for the first time I could properly see what those three years had done to her. She wasn’t furious. If anything, she looked almost relieved.

That somehow hurt more.

"You came back," she said softly.

"I did."

"And you are still you?"

I smiled. "Mostly."

A faint smile appeared on her lips before she quickly hid it.

I stepped closer. "I missed you."

She looked away.

"I know."

"That doesn’t sound very convincing."

"Then perhaps you should have stayed long enough for me to become convinced."

I sighed dramatically. "I could not. I was craving you."

That finally earned me a tiny laugh. I immediately took advantage of it.

"There. I knew I could make you smile."

She rolled her eyes, but this time she didn’t turn away.

I raised my hand, and a soft golden light gathered between my fingers. Before her eyes, the light transformed into a delicate bracelet, its surface carrying faint spatial patterns that shimmered whenever it moved.

North stared at it.

"I made this for you."

Her expression softened. "I can see that."

"With my own hands."

"You mean you waved your hand and used your ridiculous powers."

"That is still technically my hand."

She gave me a look.

"Fine," I admitted. "I used my ridiculous powers."

Another smile appeared.

I gently placed the bracelet around her wrist. The moment it touched her skin, the spatial patterns lit up with a faint glow.

"It can protect you from most attacks below the Mid Demi-God realm," I explained. "And if something genuinely dangerous happens, it will send me a signal."

North looked at the bracelet for a long moment.

"It’s really beautiful. Thank you."

"Anything for you."

She slowly raised her eyes toward mine. Then, without saying anything, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me.

I froze for half a second. It had been three years since I had held her.

My arms slowly closed around her, pulling her against me as I buried my face lightly against her hair. She smelled faintly of flowers, and warmth that I missed for so long.

North held me tightly, her face pressed against my chest as though she had finally allowed herself to stop pretending that my absence had not bothered her. I gently wrapped my arms around her, resting my chin against her hair while the quiet garden around us seemed to disappear.

"You took too long," she whispered.

"I know I did. I’m sorry, North."

She remained silent for a moment before pulling back and looking into my eyes. "Do you have any idea how strange it was hearing about you from other people? Everyone seemed to know where you were, what you were doing, how strong you had become, while I was left wondering whether you would ever bother coming back."

"I didn’t mean to make you feel that way."

"I know." Her expression softened. "That’s what makes it difficult to stay angry with you."

I smiled faintly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You can still be angry."

"Oh, I am." A small smile appeared on her lips. "I’m just not very good at it when you’re standing this close."

Before I could respond, she leaned forward and kissed me.

The kiss was gentle and unhurried, carrying the warmth of three years spent apart rather than any urgency. When she finally pulled away, she remained close enough that I could feel her breath against my face.

"That wasn’t forgiveness," she murmured.

"Then what was it?"

"A reminder of what you missed."

I laughed softly and took her hand as we began walking through the garden.

Only then did I extend my perception through her body, and surprise flickered across my face when I sensed her realm.

Peak Saint.

"You’re still at Peak Saint?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Don’t start."

"I wasn’t going to."

"You were."

I smiled. "Fine. Maybe a little."

She sighed, but soon her expression softened again. "I’ve tried to break through. I simply haven’t found the right opportunity yet."

I squeezed her hand gently. "Then we’ll find it together."

As I walked with her, another person came to mind, someone I still needed to meet.