I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Hearing my words, Juniang asked, “...Are you suspicious of the Instructor of Martial Arts?”

“For now.”

Juniang looked surprised for some reason.

“His image doesn’t fit. Maybe it was another grand master...?”

“Like who?”

“...Instructor Tanko?”

This woman has no ability to read people.

I couldn’t tell why she was saying it was unexpected or impossible when it was obviously him.

“...Well, fine. The Instructor of Martial Arts’s room is the room on the right at the very end of the third floor. There’s no communication crystal there, but another instructor may be present, so if you meet someone else, just tell them you’re running an errand for me.”