"You're not Logan. You're not even a dwarf."
Yashida received the two of them. Although he had recognized at first glance that the other man was not Logan, he still treated them courteously. That was the bearing of a warrior family.
But since these two could mention that man's name, they had to be connected to him somehow.
Just yesterday, a red-haired woman had come asking about him, and now there was this strange-looking middle-aged man. It could not be such a coincidence.
Yashida wanted to hear what this was all about.
While the other man observed him, Su Ming was also studying Yashida's face and one side of his body. Scar tissue from burns covered the surface of his skin. It looked like he had once suffered severe injuries.
Su Ming smiled at Yashida. Rather than directly answering the question, he asked, "Your injuries?"
"The Atomic Bomb. I wasn't in the camp at the time. I had gone out on business and happened to be caught in the blast."
Yashida did not avoid the question. He even straightened his back, as though a war wound were an incomparable honor. He was already middle-aged, yet he acted like a schoolboy who had won an award.
Su Ming realized that things had changed. Since the place where Yashida had been blasted was different, did that mean Logan had not been in the Prisoner of War Camp at all?
"Do you remember Logan Howlett?" Su Ming asked first.
Yashida smiled and nodded, a nostalgic look appearing on his face. At that moment, servants really did bring over tea and snacks, and Gin began eating without the slightest politeness.
"I remember him. A Canadian, very solidly built. He was like a tank." Yashida gestured in the air, describing Wolverine's physique. "But he wasn't