The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

"..., huh, bro?"

Sinclair looked puzzled. It was a rare occurrence.

Vikir looked down at Sinclair wordlessly.

He had grown quite a bit since he had entered the school, and now there was quite a height difference between them.

Finally, Vikir's mouth opened briefly.

"Door."

For a moment, Sinclair didn't understand what Vikir was saying.

And then.

"Oh, get out of the way so I can open the door, okay, sorry!"

Sinclair took a large step to the side.

Finally, Vikir nodded, opened the door, and stepped out across the compartment.