Kaizer arrived at a small office in which the dean's photo hung in a frame at the back, within which four other men were present. One was Kaizer's own grandpa, Gerald Lunin, though he looked much younger, resembling an older Kaizer by about 70%, mostly lacking the intense blue eyes.
No wonder Dean Rochester recognized him immediately.
The others were a tall burly man who was bald and had a brown complexion while wearing tight black armor, a slightly shorter Asian man wearing a mandarin suit with long hair tied in a bun, a sword at his waist, and a young man no older than Kaizer with spiky black hair, dead fish eyes, and pursed lips full of impatience.
The rest of the office was rather neat and orderly, as expected of one who sat in such a position. There was a large wooden desk that sat smack-dab in the center, facing the door. On it were neatly stacked papers, an ink bottle, and a single pen along with a high-backed chair that stood behind the desk, its dark leather worn smooth.
