The teachers gathered had different reactions upon seeing Maki's profile on the projection.
Kurenai had only caught a glimpse of his face before, but now she could clearly see it. He truly was one of a kind.
Those who had been baffled earlier about Mei and Nemuri staying silent had now found the source of their strange reaction. It was because of this man.
When they looked at Mei and Nemuri, the two of them wore proud, smirking expressions — as if silently asking, Isn't this man something else?
Then they remembered Unohana calling him my boy.
Curiosity spread through the room.
A woman whose presence remained partially hidden in the shadows, her black kimono barely visible, finally spoke.
"Unohana… who is this boy?"
Every head turned toward Unohana, who was calmly sipping the tea served earlier by the teacher in the space suit.
Then they heard her voice.
"My chosen man."
It felt as if a UFO had suddenly descended upon their world and obliterated it in a single second.
"Whaaaat?!" several teachers exclaimed.
They stared at Unohana, who looked completely unbothered — as if she hadn't just dropped a bomb in the room.
A cough echoed.
Nezu.
"Let's return to the main topic."
They felt like they would miss something important if they didn't ask Unohana about what she had just said. But they restrained their curiosity. They could question her later.
For now, they needed to analyze the situation.
They continued inspecting his profile — his name, address, age, BMI, and guardian.
The guardian field surprised them.
Nemuri.
The woman with the smoking pipe asked, "Kayama-chan, you didn't do anything inappropriate… right?"
Nemuri simply smiled. She hugged herself teasingly and said, "Why ask me? Why not him?"
Everyone shook their heads at her antics.
But some of them knew she had likely already crossed that line — and she even bragged about it, which irritated a few of them.
Then they saw it at the very end of his profile.
Authority: Confidential
Category: Confidential
Epithet: Confidential
Race: Confidential
They all stared at Nezu.
They didn't even need to ask. They knew Nezu had calculated everything.
As expected, when they looked at him, Nezu replied, "His information is not something that should be disclosed easily. We need his permission first. Things like this shouldn't be discussed casually."
That only made them more curious.
Just who was this man?
Someone finally asked, "So what's the point of all these unknown variables? Are you planning to put him in a class full of students when his identity and powers are unknown? That would be dangerous. And even his examination result is low."
Another teacher chimed in.
"If you're vouching for his ability — the one you marked confidential — then he must have some troublesome power—"
Before the teacher could finish, Gion spoke.
"It's not just a troublesome power we're talking about. He's a walking phenomenon."
They stared at her, more questions flooding their minds.
"What do you mean?" a teacher asked.
"I would like to tell you," Gion replied, "but I don't even know if I have the right to disclose his information."
"What do you mean by that?" another teacher said. "Isn't he an examinee who came here to study at U.A.? For his information not to be disclosed even to his teachers doesn't make sense."
Nezu then said, "It's because we forced him to come here and stay."
"What?!" everyone exclaimed.
"You forced him? Not a recommendation? Not out of willingness? But forced?"
"And we even extracted his information without him knowing he was being investigated!"
"That's why I marked it confidential," Nezu continued. "It's no longer about satisfying curiosity. It's about the fact that he never wanted to be here in the first place. And yet… he is here."
They stared at Nezu as he explained.
They could see the shame and guilt in him — the result of feeding his relentless curiosity.
Silently, they returned their attention to the projection.
Their eyes settled on the man's profile again.
Now they understood Nezu's guilt.
It was in those red eyes.
Empty.
Devoid.
Like the eyes of anomalies, hollows, and even villains.
His gaze didn't care about anything.
It looked like someone who had given up.
Unlike the earlier examinees, whose profiles radiated conviction, resolution, hardship, pride, ego, greed, and desire — whose entire existence screamed that they wanted to matter —
This one had nothing.
Completely empty.
A woman who had been silently observing the situation finally asked, "Nezu… showing his profile here means he has been fully enrolled at U.A., right?"
"Yes," Nezu replied.
She asked again, "Then what class are you placing him in? Class S is out of the question. B and C would imply he isn't a priority. Only Class A remains. Are you planning to mix him with them?"
Every teacher looked at Nezu, waiting for his verdict.
They knew this was ultimately Nezu's decision. They couldn't argue against it.
Nezu spoke.
"Do you know why I tried to investigate his origin and who he was?"
Eyebrows raised across the table.
"When I first saw his information," Nezu continued, "it was completely empty. Unknown. And unknown things are the most dangerous."
"This kind of man existed among us for ten years. A whole ten years — and yet he remained unknown to us. Even his origin is something we cannot fathom."
"And somehow, he was forced to come here. That isn't coincidence. It was as if someone guided him here — waiting for us to discover him."
"That led us to today. We uncovered only a portion of what he is. But he is still a mystery."
"Someone like him appearing is not something I can ignore."
"This is not coincidence. No — I believe fate brought him here."
"The moment he left his safe zone, he was brought here. We found him. And we discovered something we perhaps should not have."
Every word Nezu spoke carried his experience and conclusion. They could feel it.
Ten years unknown.
Suddenly appearing.
Waiting to be discovered.
That was no coincidence.
If Nezu was telling the truth — that even his background wasn't something that should be pried into casually — then everything made sense.
Then they heard Nezu again.
"I am not planning on mixing him with the other classes."
"I am giving him what he wants most."
They understood.
"Isolation," Nezu said. "That is the only conclusion I could draw from his actions."
"He needs teachers who can teach him basic knowledge."
"He lacks knowledge. Yes, that is true."
"But he is a dark horse."
"And a true powerhouse."
(;´Д⊂)AM N. NOT.