Unsurprisingly, Suguru Geto still got a beating. Masamichi Yaga left his head covered in lumps, and he lay motionless on the ground, looking as though his entire soul was about to fly out of his mouth.
After watching the grand spectacle of her classmate getting beaten with great satisfaction, Shoko told Masamichi Yaga she was going to buy some alcohol, then slipped away.
Only the teacher and student, who had taken completely different paths, remained on the deserted beach.
Suguru Geto felt utterly helpless. Although he had just been cursing Sherlock, that little bastard who barely qualified as human, with all his might, when he actually faced his former teacher, he was grateful to Sherlock.
Getting beaten up wasn't so bad. At least it let Teacher Yaga vent a little. Consider it compensation for leaving without saying goodbye back then.
That was what Suguru Geto truly thought.
But before Suguru Geto could consider how to face his former mentor next, Masamichi Yaga's voice sounded beside him.
"I'm sorry, Geto. I'm so sorry. I wasn't a good teacher. I didn't notice the changes in you and caused you to go astray. It was all my fault. I truly regret not giving you and Satoru more attention back then..."
Masamichi Yaga's voice wasn't loud, but it struck Suguru Geto's ears like thunder, making him sit straight up from where he had been lying like a dead fish and turn toward Masamichi Yaga.
Only then did Suguru Geto see clearly that the burly man who normally stood like an iron tower was actually kneeling beside him, his eyes behind his sunglasses filled with tears of regret.
Almost instantly, boundless remorse engulfed Suguru Geto.
Only now did Suguru Geto understand just how foolish a path he had taken, and what kind of harm the