Psychic Overlord

Kaizer was silent for a long while, and Dean Rochester used this time to savor his tea in quietude, allowing the young man to think. Dean Rochester had a high opinion of Kaizer and knew that, as a telepath, he must have experienced many difficulties growing up being exposed to the minds of others.

His grandfather, Gerald, had been like Kaizer during their youth—silent and reclusive, very anti-social. He, William Rochester, had rather been very prideful and arrogant, unable to tolerate Gerald, who was also rated to be S-class and always competing with him.

After a few fights and a few life-and-death adventures, the two grew up, warmed up to each other, and changed their ways—Gerald becoming more lively and William becoming more humble as well as mature.

Kaizer was still at the stage Gerald had been at back then, so he still had a lot to learn, and thanks to Gerald, Dean Rochester knew exactly what to teach him. This special ability of endless growth was a surprise, but it did not change the underlying truths that the young man needed to comprehend, and this was one of them.

Kaizer breathed out slowly and closed his eyes, clearing his mind. "Thank you, Mentor William."

Dean Rochester put his cup down and smiled. "No more Grandpa?"

Kaizer smiled lightly. "I still have to show my respect."

The Dean chuckled knowledgeably. "Alright, I understand it’s still a bit too early for us to be all chummy. You chose to trust me, and I will invest everything I have in you, treating you and your sister as my own grandkids."

Dean Rochester opened his desk and took out a box, pushing it towards Kaizer and opening it to face the young man. "Here you go, a set of protective items suitable for you."