Chapter 87: The Teacher

“What took you?” Koumori-shishou asked.

The old man remained seated on the driftwood, his back still turned and exposed to the newcomers though all three of his students had sprung to their feet.

“Cor blimey! Whar be our manners?” Captain Fang said sarcastically, drawing a water-saber that he instantaneously generated out of an empty, solid scabbard. “Apologies fer keepin’ ye waitin’.”

The saber was made possible by the Undina Clan’s Mizu Funsha no Jutsu (Water Stream), which produced a very high-pressure jet of water that was as strong and sharp as regular katana.

“Well,” Koumori-shishou said, “we would not be very good Slayers if we threw away fifteen minutes of head start, would we?”

“Maybe you’re just stupid,” Ganzorig said. “It was precisely the light in your pipe that led us here.”

“Death on a hook is food in the eyes of a fish.”

“Be ye sayin’ ye lured us out here, ye treacherous cur?” Captain Fang roared. “This shall nah end well fer ye.”

“As I be a soul,” Kosano said, “