[Whoosh—]
A pair of strong hands wrung most of the water from a soaking-wet rag.
The dripping water stirred ripples across the previously still water in the bucket.
Bang and Jiwei, one old and one young, worked from opposite ends as they began wiping down the dojo floor.
"I once took in a disciple named Garou. He really resembled me in my younger days."
"His talent for martial arts was extraordinary. He could more or less learn many things after seeing them just once."
"I never expected him to conceal his true nature, sharpening his fangs all along."
"Then, last week, while I was out, he finally bared those fangs, claiming he could learn nothing here, and beat up every disciple present."
"When I returned, I had no choice but to expel him from the dojo. But the other disciples were frightened, so they no longer dared to come back."
Bang spoke while Jiwei listened, never stopping his wiping as he left clear wet streaks across the floor.
"That sounds awful. Even if he wanted to leave, there was no need to hit anyone, right?"
"Eh, I don't really understand Garou's thoughts either."
"Alright, old man. I've been planning to take the Hero Association's evaluation lately. Do you have any advice?"
"You're not going to be a police officer anymore?"
"I'm only a Public Safety Commission officer. That doesn't really count as being a police officer, and I don't like careers with too many restrictions."
"That's good."
Bang thought that if Jiwei became a hero, he would surely have more time to study fist techniques under him.
It was indeed much better than being a police officer now.
That was right. He was already considering taking the young man as a disciple. His talent was excellent, and his character seemed