Countermeasures Office Building.
Kesshou Makenyu's office.
Click.
A flame leapt from the lighter, igniting a cigarette.
Kesshou brought the lit cigarette to his lips, exhaling a cloud of smoky haze. Then, he slightly squinted his eyes, and through the smoke, he saw the little old man's doppelgänger sitting cross-legged on the edge of his desk.
"How's your master doing?" Kesshou flicked the ash off his cigarette.
The little old man's figure, who had been sitting motionless like a statue, stood up upon hearing the question and picked up a ballpoint pen from the table, scribbling on a piece of white paper—
[Not awake yet, but showing improvement]
Kesshou looked at the handwriting on the paper, slowly exhaled, and nodded.
This was indeed one of the few pieces of good news he had heard recently.
