Hearing His Majesty call him, Cobra froze, then slowly turned around. "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"
Whoosh! Tetsuhiro appeared before Cobra with the Body Flicker Technique, startling him into instinctively raising his hand. But his right hand had barely twitched before he forced himself to stop.
Smack. Tetsuhiro patted his shoulder and offered some encouragement. "Not bad. You're pretty sturdy. I heard you used to be a special forces soldier?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"I hope you'll bring some military discipline to your teaching and be a little stricter with the students. Let them understand that there are things worth learning in this world besides playing cards and dueling."
"Understood. I won't let you down, Your Majesty."
"You may go."
Professor Cobra heaved an inward sigh of relief. Only after leaving the room did he dare wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Thank goodness I wasn't exposed. He hurried off to check on that thing.
What he didn't know was that beneath his clothes, an intricate black technique formula had already formed on his right shoulder...
Back in the meeting room.
Tetsuhiro cast a meaningful glance in the direction Professor Cobra had left, then asked the others, "What do you think of him?"
"Who? Professor Cobra? I think he's excellent. He's rigorous and meticulous in his work, a serious, dependable professor," Principal Samejima said approvingly.
Daitokuji, who wasn't particularly calculating, echoed his agreement.
Chairman Kagemaru answered gravely, "No, it can't be that simple. His Majesty must have a reason for asking. Could this man be a subversive?"
Chairman Kagemaru had somehow obtained the Cell Activation Solution and now looked considerably younger. He no longer needed a nutrient chamber to cling to life, and looked about the same age as Sugoroku Muto, with a reasonably robust physique.
"Nani?!" Everyone was startled.