With his second student secured, Young Master Mao was in high spirits and cheerfully followed Roxanne to meet the principal.
Rustboro Academy's Principal Enzo was not the same person as Tu Feiyuan, the school director named in its public announcements.
Rustboro Academy's actual principal, Enzo, was a burly giant nearly two meters tall.
Unlike Principal Monet, who had the air of a refined archmage, this man looked like a berserker at first glance...
Even in a suit, with his hair and beard white, he still radiated a mountain-like presence...
No wonder his teacher Monet always liked to say Principal Enzo's head was full of muscles. He had meant it literally.
"You're Monet's prized pupil?" Enzo raised his eyes, his sharp gaze sizing up the boy before him.
"It's been a while, Principal Enzo. My teacher often speaks of you." Neither servile nor overbearing, Young Master Mao nodded politely.
Silence settled as the two calmly met each other's gaze.
"Hahahaha!" Principal Enzo suddenly roared with laughter. "That old man certainly hasn't been saying anything nice about me. But he did teach himself a fine student."
From Gary's eyes alone, Enzo could tell that he had extensive practical battle experience, rather than being some useless bookworm.
And his school had no need for dead weight, apart from Tu Feiyuan in the reception department.
"You flatter me." Young Master Mao smiled calmly.
"No need to say more!" Enzo waved a hand. "Since you're here, I'll give you complete autonomy for this year.
"Just one thing. These are all good kids from the Hoenn Region. Don't ruin them with your teaching!"
Young Master Mao spread his hands. "You may not know me very well. The thing I hate most is losing.
"Since this is a competition, I'll certainly give it everything I have."
"Good!