"So, Type A Phagocytosis refers to my native cells devouring cells that are somewhat like foreign cells. B-1 Phagocytosis refers to the fused cells formed after native cells devour foreign cells then devouring native cells, while the B-2 pattern is when fused cells devour foreign cells, right?"
After listening for a full two hours, Chiba looked at the six old scholars before him. The furrow between his brows eased slightly as he sorted through his thoughts and spoke.
That careless provocation of his had made the six of them spill everything. But with six mouths talking at once, there had been no coherence to their rapid-fire babble.
For those two hours, Chiba had focused so completely that the only sounds in his ears were the six voices, barely managing to understand some of it. He had gained a rough understanding of the new terminology—their coded terms—which had been the focus of both his attention and the six men's explanations.
The dizzying ordeal had not been in vain.
D-Damn it!
The instant Chiba spoke those words, all six of them realized something. Their bodies jolted in unison.
H-How had they said it?
How had they said everything?
At that moment, their expressions froze, and Chiba's question left them speechless.
Damn it!
Had Chiba done this on purpose?
All that humility before had been fake! It had to be fake! It had all been a provocation!
This was Chiba's provocation! With nothing to say, this regretful thought flashed through their minds.
"Yes."
Since they had already said it, however, they had no intention of hiding it. They immediately admitted that Chiba had understood correctly.
Chiba had asked them respectfully enough just now, so it was not really a loss.
After their regret, that was how they comforted themselves.
In truth, just as