Smoker

After the two left, the cafeteria immediately erupted.

"That Uchiha Senga is practically a monster! Smoker looked like a child in front of him!"

"What exactly is his ability? Wind and shockwaves?"

"Did you notice his eyes? They were so eerie. Just looking at them made me feel completely unable to resist."

"No matter what, Uchiha Senga is unquestionably the number one person in Training Camp from now on!"

Ain stood there with a group of roommates, somewhat dazed.

It was not that she had not expected Senga to win, but she had never imagined he would win so easily.

"He's from a completely different world than us," one roommate said, glancing at the silent Ain and quietly sighing.

It was a good thing for the person you liked to be outstanding, but being too outstanding was another matter entirely.

Ain bit her lip, then turned and left the cafeteria by herself without calling her roommates.

Elsewhere,

Senga supported Smoker as they walked. Smoker kept his head lowered the entire way, his expression unreadable.

"What I said and did just now was indeed a little over the line. Still, those last few things you said made me think you're actually a pretty decent guy."

Senga tried to break the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

"No, you weren't wrong. This was mainly on me."

Smoker finally raised his head and looked ahead.

"I didn't stop Barton in time at the beginning, and afterward, I had no right to stop you from teaching him a lesson. Besides, I was simply inferior to you. I have no complaints about being beaten up like this."

Senga found Smoker increasingly interesting. He held out a hand. Smoker looked at him strangely, and Senga smiled as he said,

"Let's be friends. Let's introduce ourselves again. I'm Uchiha Senga. I look forward to your guidance."

Smoker froze for a moment, then hurriedly grasped Senga's outstretched hand.

"Smoker! I wouldn't dare offer guidance. If we fight again, just go a little easier on me."

The two exchanged smiles, and all their previous grievances vanished like smoke. Sometimes, the way men formed friendships was just that strange and simple.

After taking Smoker to the infirmary, Senga returned to the dormitory. The three roommates swarmed him the moment their big brother returned, surrounding him completely. Even the usually arrogant Graves and the taciturn Binz crowded over with eager expressions.

"Boss Senga! You were so cool today! Just as expected of someone I, Bridge, acknowledge!"

"Indeed. I'm truly convinced now. From now on, you're my boss too!"

"Me... me too!"M.

Senga did not know whether to laugh or cry as he watched his roommates, who were even more excited than he was. Their antics made him miss his dorm days back on Blue Star.

Just as the four were chatting and joking around, an officer knocked on the door and entered.

The officer looked the four of them over for a while before finally fixing his gaze on Senga. It could not be helped; those distinctive purple Rinnegan left a deep impression on anyone.

The officer politely asked for confirmation.

"Are you trainee Senga? Head Instructor Zephyr wishes to see you. Please come to his office."

"Teacher Zephyr is looking for me? All right, I'll head over now."

Senga left with the officer. The three remaining in the dormitory were somewhat worried, and Bridge was the first to speak.

"Boss Senga isn't going to be punished, is he? No, this incident was partly because of me too. I need to go take a look."

"That's possible. The damage from Boss Senga's fight with Smoker was indeed pretty severe. Teacher Zephyr might be settling the score now."

This time, Graves did not argue with Bridge.

"No. If Teacher Zephyr wanted to punish Boss Senga, he would have done so in the cafeteria. He must have called him over for something else important. We'd better not go and cause trouble for him!"

The moment Binz spoke, Bridge and Graves stared at him in shock. They had not expected the usually quiet plant man, who never offered opinions, to speak up—and what he said seemed rather reasonable.

Binz grew a little embarrassed under their stares and got up to help Senga straighten his bed.

Bridge and Graves stared at each other, sitting dumbly on their respective beds, not knowing what to do for the moment.

After a long while, Bridge shouted,

"Binz! Why are you doing my job? Move aside! There's an art to making a bed!"

"What a piece of work!"

Graves once again expressed his disdain for Bridge, then somehow produced a box of cigars and headed off to the bathroom to smoke by himself.

After making the bed, Bridge's nose twitched. He knew Graves had gone off to smoke cigars again, and he felt an itch himself. He liked them too, and ever since coming here, he had found that smoking the ones he "borrowed" from Graves felt even more satisfying!

Secretly activating his Hook-Hook Fruit ability, Bridge's left hand turned into a yellow hook. It then separated from his wrist, connected by a thick iron chain.

Bridge's Hook-Hook Fruit was a Paramecia. It allowed him to turn any part of his body into a hook, and the chains created by his ability could extend without limit.

Anything he touched would be marked invisibly. The next time he activated his ability, he could track it and catch the target with absolute certainty. He had long ago taken the chance to touch Graves's cigar box.

Following the scent, Bridge let out a sly chuckle. The hook formed from his left hand slowly extended along the wall into the bathroom.

After a while, Graves contentedly used one hand to pull up his pants while reaching for the cigar box on the floor with the other. Instead, he touched only the cold ground. So furious that he had not even pulled up his pants, he shouted,

"Damn it! Where the hell is my whole box of cigars!?"

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