After my speech, the reporters didn't let up—they wanted every detail, every hint of what was coming next.
Unfortunately, I wasn't in the mood to be talkative anymore. I deliberately kept my answers vague, to get more people guessing.
Roughly twenty minutes later, my phone buzzed.
Master Tang.
I stepped away from the noise, and went to my office.
(I saw the news just now ,) he said. No greeting. Straight to the point. (Impressive. Your training methods… they exceed all my expectations.)
"I'm just holding up my end of the bargain. And their training isn't finished yet." I paused, choosing my words.
(It's not finish yet?)
"No. Even if they've already scraped into S-Rank, they're still far from reaching their full potential."
(You're still as careful as ever.)
"I'm just being realistic and efficient."
The old man let out a low chuckle, though his tone stayed sharp. (I can't really blame you, kid. Results are coming in fast, so who am I to complain?)
