"You've got it wrong. I'm just curious. I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining my lab."
"No! A laboratory sounds like a terrible place. You're not asking me to work as a researcher, are you? So you want to study me? Not a chance!"
Kisame Hoshigaki flatly refused. Ever since he was young, people had disliked his appearance, and he had been shunned and rejected.
His bloodline had been a childhood shadow.
Though he eventually came to terms with it and used his strength to shut up everyone who had looked down on him,
he still didn't much care what people thought of his appearance.
But that didn't mean he'd let just anyone study him.
Kimura Takuya shook his head and turned to leave, muttering something about how good it smelled.
Half a month later.
The Spark Society's underground base.
"Delicious! Takuya, I never knew you could cook so well. This hot pot is amazing!"
Kisame Hoshigaki, Kimura Takuya, and several Spark Society researchers were gathered around a hot pot.
Everyone burst out laughing at Kisame's clueless expression.
Kisame didn't mind. He just lowered his head and ate furiously. By the time the others reacted, he had polished off all the meat by himself.
The others could only stare in bewilderment and fish vegetables out of the hot pot, prompting Kimura Takuya to curse him for being a damn freeloader.
"Hahaha! What can I say? I'm the test subject. If I'm not full, where'll I get the strength to be studied?"
Kisame took out a toothpick and picked his teeth, then walked over to an examination table and sat down. He crossed his legs and leaned back.
The cold examination table somehow became his lounge chair.
Kisame thought back over the past few days. First he'd resisted,