"Recruit Zoemi, what is the meaning of this?"
Upon his arrival, the black-haired boy was called out by the head instructor who seemed more than just irked off about seeing him there.
The man was overaccentuating his every move and word – but there was a clear reason for it.
After all, he and Zoemi weren't in the room alone. Right there in the corner an elderly blue-haired man was sitting and observing them quietly.
"I didn't like the pointless training exercise so I turned back. What's the big deal? You didn't stop me. Neither you nor any of the other instructors even gave me a warning. You all were just – oh, you have your wolf, you will be fine, don't bother us."
The black-haired boy glared at the man coldly, checking him out from head to toe with the obsidian eyes of his.
"...!"
The man's eyes widened – without actually confirming what really happened back then, he tried to scare the boy into staying silent... And yet lo and behold!
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