Chapter 3

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Gunvolt retires to his apartment after taking care of the escaped thugs. It wasn't much besides a small living room and a kitchen.

 It wasn't much besides a small living room and a kitchen

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He walks in and pulls out his gun, aiming at a short man who appears to be a chimera

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He walks in and pulls out his gun, aiming at a short man who appears to be a chimera.

Nezu: No need for a gun.

Gunvolt: (drops his gun) What do you want, Nezu?

Nezu: I'm here to discuss...

Gunvolt: I'm not applying into your school.

Nezu: Oh not that though I was wondering if you would like to apply as a combat teacher. And no, no one knows who you really are. Myself and a selected few are doing everything we could to keep your secret.

Gunvolt: Hehe... I appreciate that, but why the hell would someone like you want a mercenary like me at your pretigious hero school?

Nezu: Simple, we need better combat experience for our students and more discipline. You have potential. 

Gunvolt: ... (sighs) Fine, but I better get paid for this. And I'm not taking any crap from the students.

Nezu: We have a deal then.

Gunvolt: We do. (opens the door) Now get out.

Nezu: (walks out) Entrance Exam begins in two days. Don't be late.

Gunvolt closes the door. He pours some scotch and drank. Moments later, his gear and weapons put away, got something to eat, took a shower then went to bed.

 Moments later, his gear and weapons put away, got something to eat, took a shower then went to bed

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