Reincarnated as a Tsubaki sister from COTE

Vol 0.94

Kiyotaka's POV

"Stop! Stop!"

A voice echoed through the room, cutting through the tension like a blade. I halted my movements, flicking the baton lightly away, letting it clatter onto the floor.

Yuki, on the other hand, was still wasting her energy—twirling her knife absentmindedly, as if she hadn't just carved through fully grown adults.

The remaining instructors and medical personnel rushed in, tending to the fallen combatants.

"Oh my god... We've got to get him to the infirmary right away!"

One of the medics, upon seeing the severity of the man's injuries, immediately called for a stretcher. The unconscious man was hoisted onto it, his limbs limp, blood seeping through his torn suit.

"What the hell were you doing, Kiyotaka?"

The instructor's voice wavered between disbelief and restrained anger. Yuki and I exchanged a glance—she looked as indifferent as ever.

"We followed orders." My response was flat, matter-of-fact. Yuki nodded, as if to confirm.

"What's the problem with that?" she added.

The instructors were speechless, momentarily stunned by the brutal efficiency of what had just unfolded. But before anyone could press the issue further, the heavy door creaked open.

"Ayanokoji-sensei!"

The room stiffened. Footsteps echoed as the man in charge stepped inside. The other instructors instinctively straightened, their previous authority crumbling in his presence.

"You two—come with me."

Orders were absolute. Without hesitation, Yuki and I followed. Usually, there were several instructors escorting us, but today, it was just him.

We walked in silence, the hallway stretching endlessly ahead of us. Finally, we entered a quiet room, and he turned to face me.

"As I'm sure you're aware by now, I am the one in charge of the White Room. And Kiyotaka—I am your father."

"I know who you are."

He studied me for a moment, his gaze searching for something he would never find.

"I've never claimed to be your father, but when did you realize it?"

"Since I was four," I replied bluntly. "I overheard you talking with the instructors. It wasn't exactly a well-kept secret."

"Hmph. I see."

He took a step back, clasping his hands behind his back.

"You are the pinnacle of this facility—the greatest result the White Room has ever produced. The fourth generation was designed to push the limits beyond anything before, and you and Tsubaki have done more than that. You've perfected the curriculum. No... you've exceeded it."

His words held no emotional weight to me. Praise and acknowledgment were meaningless concepts. Facts were facts.

Yuki, standing beside me, looked even more disinterested. Her eyes drifted toward the ceiling, as if this entire conversation bored her.