After dinner, Yukio took out three sheets and spread them separately on the floor.
"There are no beds in this old house. We follow tradition and sleep on the floor."
"No problem."
Hawking nodded. He did not care where he slept. While his body slept, his soul would continue cultivating.
He dismissed the Shadow Clones who had been training in the school's simulated combat room, absorbing their memories and experience from a full day of cultivation. Then he lay down, and his body immediately entered deep sleep.
At the same time, his soul left his body wearing Shinigami Garb.
Deathstrike and Yukio, watching Hawking fall asleep in a second, froze for a moment before breaking into laughter.
"Miss Yuriko, is he a teacher at your school too?"
Seeing Hawking asleep, Yukio and Deathstrike lay down as well. But having just eaten, neither of them could fall asleep as easily as Hawking. After a while, they began chatting.
They were both from the same country, spoke the same language, and were both mutants, so they naturally had plenty in common.
"Of course not. Technically, he's still a student at the school."
Deathstrike's eyes shifted as she replied.
Without Hawking's permission, she naturally would not reveal his true identity. But she could mention that he was a student.
Given Hawking's age, he was indeed still officially a student who had not yet graduated.
"He's actually a student? How old is he?"
Surprise appeared on Yukio's face.
Hawking gave her an extremely mature impression, even a rather oppressive one.
Especially when the Yashida Family estate had been blown up earlier. To be honest, Hawking had truly frightened her then.
"How old? I heard Professor Jean mention that Hawking seems to be only sixteen this year."
Deathstrike thought for a moment before answering.
Yukio