Mundane.
That was the word two members of the Stahlkorp used to describe the red-haired youth. When he read their report, Makoto couldn't help but crease his brows in a frown.
Was his uncle mistaken? He did say that it was just a feeling, and that the thug might have been wary because of his troubled past. As much as he didn't want to doubt his uncle's judgement, Makoto had a feeling that it might not be that simple.
Mundane people had no knowledge of the Tongue of truth, and even if they were able to resist it unconsciously, doing so would require a lot of mental fortitude. Anyone capable of such a feat couldn't be a normal person, and that included the haired youth whom Makoto had dismissed as a thug.
Having misjudged him once, Makoto was reluctant to make the same mistake a second time. He didn't outright dismiss the report sent back by his team members, but he wanted to wait a little more and see. One day was hardly enough time to expose someone's true face, after all.
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