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"Yo, class."
Zeke waved as he walked through the doorway.
The students raised their eyebrows. Why had the professor chosen to use the mundane means of entering a room today?
"What? Can't I be normal for once?" Zeke rolled his eyes.
Are you ever normal?
The students sighed in unison.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's get down to business." Zeke smacked his palm against the podium. "You must have a lot of questions."
The class nodded.
"Why had you instructed Rhaegar to tell me not to fight well?" Kenshin stood as he asked.
It was unlike the professor, who usually encouraged fighting. The students stared at Zeke, their expressions demanding the same answer.
"Too much trouble would arise if you had fought him seriously."
They stared at him, their eyes saying: You, who loves trouble, fears too much trouble?
"As much as I'd want to go along the route of saying 'knowing too much is bad'—" Zeke shrugged. "—fuck it. I'm your professor. You deserve to know too much."
