The guy looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, but he was quite tall, a whole head taller than Louis. Because of this, Louis himself stepped back a little, not liking to look up at people.
The man in front of him definitely resembled a cat. That was the impression Louis got: his body was round, and his arms and legs seemed long and plump. His face was also snow-white and plump, he had rather short and curly black hair, which was slightly tousled. His eyes were narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, which gave him a rather strange expression, making him look even more like a cat.
"Who are you?" Louis asked, puzzled by the uninvited guest.
"I'm from West Blue. I just arrived and noticed that you did too, so I thought I'd say hello, meow," the boy replied, still smiling. Although his smile wasn't warm, it seemed like it was a fairly normal expression for him. "My name is Shiro, meow."
After these words he extended his hand.
"Louis, from South Blue," Louis introduced himself and shook his hand.
His hand was strong, not at all what one would expect from his appearance. His palms were thickly callused, indicating the serious training he had undergone. And despite being the first, Shiro had managed to notice Louis, showing that he had quite good sensitivity and perception.
Considering that this guy took first place among the West Blue cadets after completing his training, he is most likely far from weak.
"Louis, what a great name, meow," Shiro admired, "You're incredible! Louis, brother, you only look like you're twelve or thirteen years old, and you came in first at the South Blue training camp. That's impressive, meow."
"Not bad," Louis answered modestly, not understanding what they were trying to get from him.
"Want to eat together? Training starts tonight, so we need to eat well, meow," Shiro suggested.
"Okay," Louis agreed, thinking this was a great opportunity to learn more about the place.
The training camp's dining hall was luxurious and took up a large space. And when Louis and Shiro entered, there were already about ten people sitting there. Most of these people were sitting alone, taking up an entire table, and the food on their plates looked like they were small mountains.
Louis and Shiro looked like real outcasts here. They found a free table and started ordering food.
Louis looked at the menu, which was full of delicious dishes. He realized that even after he came to this world, he had never tried anything like this. It seemed that CP9 really did not skimp on the pleasures for its agents. Could it be to protect the agents from the temptations of the enemy?
After placing his order, he noticed that Shiro was constantly looking around, and his always narrowed eyes were slightly opening, revealing his narrow pupils.
"What are you looking at?" Louis asked.
"Look, Louis, brother," Shiro leaned forward, half-bending over the table and showing his characteristic smile, "These people are our rivals, meow."
"Rivals?" Louis looked around: everyone sitting at the tables looked young. The oldest of them was probably in his early twenties, Shiro, at sixteen or seventeen, clearly fit in with the crowd. Which is not to say about Louis, who was the youngest among those gathered.
"That's right. Although new people are accepted into the CP9 training camp every year, but as far as I know, Louis, brother," Shiro chuckled, "In the past three years, no one has been able to successfully graduate from this camp. And if you look at the previous five years, only one person was able to graduate, meow."
"Huh?" Louis was surprised. Such a low graduation rate really shocked him.
"Yes, because CP9 is an elite organization," Shiro explained, "At their peak, there were no more than twenty agents in their ranks, hehe, so in a way, CP9 is even stricter than CP0. Plus, the number of people in CP0 greatly exceeds that of CP9, so it's only natural that the requirements are stricter, meow."
Shiro licked his lips and looked at Louis, squeezing his chubby cheeks, "Besides, I believe that you, Louis, will be much better than those who got into CP0."
Hearing his words, a thought instantly flashed through Louis's mind: Not only does this guy know me, he also knows about Wade, who was taken to CP0. This fat guy clearly has some information.
"Do you know all these people?" Louis asked back.
"Yes," Shiro nodded confidently, "These are students from four camps across the seas: one from the Paradise base, one from the World Watch base, and thirteen survivors from CP9. There are only nineteen people in our class, meow."
"Nineteen?" Louis was surprised: this is not a small number at all, quite the opposite...
"Yes, there is one good candidate in this group with outstanding leadership qualities, so there were more survivors than expected. But don't pay attention to that, Louis, you are actually very strong."
Shiro smiled again.
"Look, that man," he pointed at someone across the cafeteria, "Muscles, muscles! You've got a full set of muscles, dark skin, thick lips, and dreadlocks on his head. He's eating quickly, and there are several other students sitting around him."
"Stuart, he currently has the highest doriki in the entire CP9 training camp. He's nineteen and his doriks is already over a thousand. Even if we add the six of us, his dorics would still be top notch."
Louis glanced at Stuart, his steely muscles hid explosive power, he looked like a Tekkai master - a serious opponent. But he didn't look nineteen.
"Of course, there are strong ones among us too, meow," Shiro spoke again, "Besides you, Louis, there is one more who is worth paying attention to."
Then he pointed to the girl sitting at the next table. She was a beautiful girl, about twenty years old, with a curvy figure, wavy brown hair, and an icy expression on her face. Every bowl of food she ate felt like it was tearing her to pieces.
"…" - the girl noticed Shiro's gaze and stared at him with her cold gaze.
"Wow! How scary, meow!" Shiro quickly looked away.
"It seems like girls don't like you very much?" Louis chuckled.
"You don't want to mess with girls like that, meow," Shiro shook his head, leaning towards Louis and quietly adding, "This is Erika from the Marine base. She killed over a third of the students in this batch, and despite her violent tendencies, she's very strong."
"Oh?" Louis looked at Erica, she was slim and a really beautiful girl, but her gaze was full of malice, as if she was ready to kill him just for looking in her direction.
"Hey, Louis, brother, are you interested in her? Haha, Louis, only twelve years old, but already so ambitious, meow!" Shiro cringed a little in surprise: "But this girl is very proud, it won't be easy to win her over, meow."
"Proud?" Louis chuckled, "That's not a fact."
Indeed, if she is a proud person, then why did she end up in a place like this?
"Well, she's definitely not stronger than you anyway," Shiro laughed, "I think out of everyone here, Louis, you're the strongest, meow!"
"I don't think so."
"Be honest, Louis, you know, cats have very keen intuition, meow! Ha-ha."