Onizuka appeared somewhat melancholic, with a hint of curiosity. She seemed eager for Kamiyagawa to voluntarily say more.
Last came Kanoya, the eldest disciple, who had naturally shifted into a spectator mode after relaxing—
"Oh dear, Master, it seems you're in trouble."
"But your good disciple here has already done her best."
The living room fell silent for a moment, Onizuka's gaze dimmed slightly.
She rubbed her fingers across the freshly filled teacup and took the initiative to speak, "Agawa, I've come to you with some intel about the impostor."
But Kamiyagawa did not immediately engage with the topic, "Aren't you curious where I've been just now?"
"Kaku mentioned that you were training."
"You could say that." Kamiyagawa disregarded Kanoya's look of curiosity, glanced at Onizuka, then at Tsurumi, "Hotaru, and Tsurumi, there's something I should inform you about my training..."
"Uh..."
