The Partner Known by a Nickname.
The "name rental" agreement ended all too soon for the Doctor(Professor) and her creation, Byakko.
?It was unthinkable—that a youth would emerge, radiating pure joy, to accept a position that was nothing short of slave labor at 500 yen an hour. But this boy was no stranger; he possessed a terrifying intimacy with their history. There would be no room for deception.
?"Tora," the Doctor warned, her voice laced with weary caution. "Don't go soft on Clamo. And you, boy... what possessed you to seek employment in a place like this?"
?"The truth, Doctor?" Clamo replied, a strange light in his eyes. "I am a disciple of Toraemon."
?The Doctor scoffed. "He isn't exactly the 'cuddly' type, you know. Don't go expecting some childhood miracle in a blue suit."
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?In silence, Clamo produced a photograph. It was a shrine—a room consumed by a feverish devotion to Toraemon.
?The Doctor froze. My god... he isn’t just a fan. He’s a zealot.
Though the young man spoke little, an intense, almost religious adoration for Byakko bled through the stillness of his mask.
?"The fox borrows the authority of the tiger."
?The ancients knew. History does not move in a line; it moves in a circle.
?Like a comet tearing through a stagnant sky, Byakko’s first true believer had arrived.
?At the moment of his birth, Byakko was a creature unloved, a pariah. He was intended to be a mechanical companion—an adorable feline grace to comfort a family pet. Instead, he became a nightmare. For years, the Doctor had lived in a state of siege, shackling the beast just to survive the night, meeting his fury with every martial art she had mastered.
?She had accepted a grim fate: to rot in the solitude of her laboratory, eventually sharing a nameless grave with her creation. But then, the comet struck.
?And by the dawn of the next day, the cosmic joke was finally revealed. Byakko had not been born for malice. He had been born for this very moment.
