Roro: And the Last Bookkeeper of Hell
Episodes 1.2

"Rorro?"

The heavy voice caught Roro's attention, immediately went to meet a strapping man with gray hair. Fuck the people who whisper about him.

"Do you have time to go to my room?" asked the man smiling kindly. "Some thing I want to talk about."

Then Roro replied with the sweetest smile for the size of the lady: "Sure, sir."

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"I have to go to teaching training?"

"Yes." Yeah." The contents of the two coffee cups shook slightly as he typed something on the versatile-it-table that Roro understood in the era of 2×××. What he typed was clearly depicted on the hologram screen, it could even be touched if he did not tell Roro to be quiet.

"You need to know that I always supervise the performance of teachers and students." The man showed several screens of CCTV footage of what he meant, with just one swipe.

"Every day I will sanction them" he continued touching one by one. There are more screens showing people's data. "You are a teacher or a student. One of them is you, Roro."

Last time, the man's touch managed to bring up Roro's data.

"From the beginning you taught until now, a mistake that makes students reluctant to follow your teachings because the method of teaching-I inevitably have to say--too old-fashioned."

Too old-fashioned.... The two words seemed to come out of Roro's cold empty gaze.

"But I'm quite interested in your knowledge of everything" he added.

Roro's attention goes back to his smartphone which is more like scrap paper. "So that's why you asked me for training?"

"Yes, based on my observations so far."

"I can't go with this" said Roro, looking back at the boss with a flat look. "I have a teaching clock."

"Around what time?"

Quickly his big hand moved the hologram screen swab. "I'll replace---"

"Don't." And instantly Roro clutched his hand. Spotting Roro's eyes was getting piercing. "I don't want to go over my job."

"This is for your own good, Roro," he said no less seriously. "For the sake of your quality, for the sake of the quality of my school too."

"I. Possess. The clock. Teaching," said Roro suppressing his words.

"What is the importance of your teaching hours rather than training that clearly improves your quality?" He narrowed full of probes. "Is there anything more important?"

Roro's gaze grew cold like an indentation on the lips that no longer said a smile. He thought, participating in training is the same as wasting time observing someone. But ... already. Finally he closed for a moment.

"Alright," said Roro justifying the location of his square glasses. "When should I go there?"

"If you want," he smiled faintly, "now can."

I know you mean this training is compulsory. That is what is said about the dark color on Roro's emerald iris. However, it was only an instant.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Roro came closer to the door, he could hear and even saw a group of humans eavesdropping. Basic sanctimonious, his mind to clench his hands unconsciously.

Door opens. Roro already knew the matter of those who would welcome him with a cynical look and smile. However, the long-haired, neatly combed woman still had a friendly smile.

"I'll excuse you." He sauntered from the audience of sinners, showing the appearance of a flat face and the footing of black skid shoes that now leave a trail of splashing sea water. The site leads to grades 2-1, a class where long-haired women study alone.

"Rome." The woman spontaneously looked. And a very wide smile.

"There's something I have to say."