"I've always found... teachers who don't hurt their students so... admirable," Koumyou tells him quietly. So, so quietly, like it's a horrible secret that he's confessing. "But I don't know if that's me."

He's always told everyone, his own son included, that he's just not suited to teach anything more important than origami airplanes. And as a result, his son has become a Sanzo at age thirteen with almost none of the training he needs.

"...Like you with your neoteks, I'm sure," Koumyou adds, glancing up with a weak smile, "I'm positive you're brilliant with them."

Between knowing Devero so well by now, knowing how he handles younger people, and knowing the name one of his own students had dubbed the man's exo with, he's certain of that. Devero is one of those admirable, rare teachers.