Of all the people in the training camp, the one who was most problematic for Louis was probably this fat man next to him. Thanks to his unique abilities, Louis had good perception, and Stuart, who was called the strongest in the camp, and Erika with her menacing gaze did not inspire the same fear as this Shiro.
However, Louis clearly interested Shiro in something, which is why instead of seeking communication with others, he instead sought to establish a relationship with him. Which actually confirmed his sincere intentions.
When the time for idle chatter was over, the chef pushed a cart with huge plates of food, and soon their table was filled with a variety of dishes.
"Well, it's time to start, because we have a long training ahead of us, meow," Shiro said with a smile and began to quickly absorb the food. As soon as he opened his mouth, Louis immediately noticed that Shiro had extremely sharp teeth. Shiro himself, noticing the look of his interlocutor, smiled widely, showing off his snow-white teeth, which looked quite creepy.
Seeing this, Louis just shook his head and also began to eat.
Soon he began to eat so fast that only an afterimage remained of his hands. Without stopping for a second, he stuffed huge chunks of food into his mouth, chewing them only slightly. His body did not require thorough chewing of food - thanks to the control over his body, his esophagus easily handled large volumes, quickly sending them to the stomach. Where the stomach acid immediately began to digest the incoming food...
Then his liver secreted bile, and his pancreas secreted pancreatic juice, which carried out further processing of fats, sugars and proteins, after which absorption occurred in the intestines.
Louis was able to digest food quickly. Although he had not yet fully mastered the process, thanks to the Seimei Kikan, he could control his stomach and liver, thereby digesting most of his food quickly. The acid secreted by his stomach allowed him to swallow food almost without chewing, and by the time the second portion of food arrived, the first was already digested.
However, the acid that could digest food so quickly also caused damage to the stomach. Even though Louis could control it, the stomach was not a supernatural organ, so he acted with extreme caution to avoid getting burned.
Louis could clearly feel the energy beginning to spread rapidly throughout his body. Food had provided him with energy, but the process had been slow and imperceptible. But now Louis felt the energy flowing to him at an incredible speed, and his intuition told him that he was becoming stronger.
"Wow! This is just incredible, Louis!" Shiro exclaimed, his eyes wide. "How can you eat so much with such a thin body, meow? Is this the power of the Seimei Kikan?"
"Do you have something against my body?" Louis replied without raising his head.
"Hahaha, sorry, sorry, Louis, brother," Shiro laughed, "I didn't mean anything bad, meow. I just thought that since you're so strong, we could work together, meow."
"Huh? What exactly do you mean by that?"
"About how the screening system is set up in this training camp..."
...
Soon, the meal was over, and Louis, under Shiro's watchful eye, ate the equivalent of twenty servings of food. In terms of appetite, he had already proven himself to be a true protagonist.
After lunch, they rested for a while, and Shiro took Louis to the training grounds. Six people came from around the world to the camp, while CP9 originally had thirteen. In the end, nineteen people gathered.
There are eighteen boys and one girl in the group, the gender ratio is extremely disproportionate, but this doesn't really matter to anyone.
Despite the fact that there were differences among the participants, Stewart's group united cohesively while the others remained isolated. This was evident in their arrangement - two clear sides.
"We have another piece of trash here, so six?" - the instructor, who looked to be about fifty years old, was bald. He was wearing a long coat that exposed his bare torso, on which many noticeable scars adorned.
"You six attack me when..."
Louis saw how the girl named Erica attacked the instructor without the slightest hesitation, pointing her fingers straight at his head, while radiating an incredible threat from her.
"Huh, are you trying to hit me with your finger?" the instructor chuckled.
*Pumtz!* - Erica hit the target right on target, but the instructor remained in place without receiving a single scratch.
"..." Erica's eyes widened.
*Bang!* - and then, with a slight movement of his hand, the instructor threw her away, causing her to flip over in the air and land on the spot where Louis had just stood.
"Huh?" Louis met her gaze. Her eyes were filled with rage, hatred, and the desire to kill him right then and there. She looked at him as if he had found out a secret he shouldn't have seen, and now she had to eliminate him.
"Listen, before you attack, let me finish! You are forbidden to use Rokushiki," the instructor said without turning towards Erika.
Louis nodded, realizing that this was a test for doriki. Rokushiki had many derivative techniques, one of which allowed a person to test doriki by being hit.
"I'm coming, meow!" Shiro grinned and rushed forward, and surprisingly, even with such a heavy body, he was faster than Erika.
He flew in and kicked the instructor in the stomach.
"Eh!" the instructor took two steps back and nodded, "Shiro, seventeen years old, doriki 970. Excellent."
Louis was surprised, thinking, "This guy is close to a thousand - impressive!"
He also noticed that as soon as the instructor said that number, Stuart immediately stared at Shiro, and his companions looked shocked. Of all those gathered, only Stuart was stronger than Shiro, while the others were significantly behind.
However, Louis knew that Shiro had hidden trump cards and he did not show all that he was capable of.
Meanwhile, three more people quickly attacked the instructor, using fists and feet.
"John, twenty years old, 460."
"Jack, eighteen years old, 490."
"Brown, twenty-one, 480."
"Shh, just trash." After these words, the three people with gloomy faces returned back.
"Hey!" Erica, rising from the ground, rushed forward again, delivering a kick and aiming straight at the instructor's head. But even after such a blow, he still remained motionless, and there was not a scratch on his body.
"Erica, twenty years old, doriki 730. More trash." - there was a hint of disdain in the instructor's voice, but the students from the camp thought otherwise. This level of doriki was one of the best among them.
"The last one." The instructor looked at Louis.
Louis didn't hesitate, and pushing off, he rushed forward, delivering a powerful punch to the instructor's forehead.
Firm. Very firm.
"Um, Louis, twelve years old, doriki..." - the instructor looked at Louis with a smile: "640, yes, we have geniuses too."
"I thought so, Louis, meow." Shiro looked at Louis, his eyes sparkling.
The others were completely perplexed: they found it hard to believe that Louis was only twelve years old, and his doriki were already higher than most of them. Only Erica looked at him with a hateful look, which made it seem as if she wanted to destroy not only him, but everyone in her path.
Louis nodded to the instructor and returned to the line. He was surprised too: the last time his dorics were tested was six months ago, when he almost reached the 500 mark. In six months, he had progressed by more than a hundred, which could be considered a good result. But he also knew that he could advance even faster.
"Testing is complete. We begin official training," the instructor announced, "Newcomers, go to the fifth training ground, there you will be taught to use all the Rokushiki styles."