Chapter 3.2 (2/2)

He is the person who earns information and money from the Organization… he’s a host. In other words, an errand boy?

“Take care of my disciples for a while.”

“…Right, right. Are they my disciples?”

“Yes.”

He asks this with s.h.i.+ning eyes. What, you want to look good as a senior or something? You might get beat up by them, you know?

Hoho, come to think of it, I used to call him a monster, too. Sorry about that. You’re just a civilian. Or the kids I’m training now are the descendants of Super Saiyans or something.

I guess it’s like how Piccxlo was supposed to be the demon king, and then a planet full of Piccxlos appear, and a guy who destroys that planet, Frexza, appears.

I lowered my voice towards the excited man in front of me.

“Take care of my disciples for 3 weeks.”

“Ah… Aah…”

The man looked at the symbol of the head instructor in my hands, and fell on his knees with deeply moved eyes.

“Can you do it?”

“I’ll do it!”

The man politely brought his two hands towards me. And to him, I said,

“Then… I shall leave this bat to you.”

The moment the bat touched his hands, the man began to cry out of joy.

“…I’ll teach them with my life on the line!”

…you don’t have to go that far.

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