I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

How long had Headmaster Alderson been a puppet?

From the very first moment we’d met?

Or only for the past few days?

I couldn’t say.

Could there be another explanation?

Perhaps, for example, he’d simply used his own memories to create a puppet for a more efficient division of labor, yet here I was, throwing a massive fuss over nothing—

—Hope circuit overloooaaad!

...Damn.

I suddenly recalled a warning my third senior brother had given me, and I snapped back to reality.