To Live Again, For the First Time!

"Are you the one? You're M's one and only disciple?" Xander, the man in his 20s asked. It wasn't a contemptuous tone, but rather one of interest and intrigue.

Though he was supposedly older than Emilin, around a decade older actually, he didn't act like it. Well, this should actually be blamed on Emilin who acted well beyond her age rather than the 25-year-old Xander.

Xander's gaze shifted up and down, giving Emilin a one-over.

"I'm so jealous! You must be really amazing if Master M is willing to take you in as a disciple, I've been asking him for ages now and he's only ignored me." 

Xander pouted.

It was more accurate to say that he had begged M for ages, rather than asked.

When he was still in his teens, he was too prideful. He acted high and mighty as if he would only reluctantly accept M's offer if M asked nicely to let him take Xander as a disciple, but after a good few years working together, with a lot of hints dropped from Xander's side, he realized that it wasn't happening.

Later on, even when he, not-so-subtly, brought it up, he could only be shot down before he could even finish his sentence.

Now, out of nowhere, TWO suddenly informs him that this big Master M actually already has a disciple! Shock was the first emotion that came to him, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't incredibly jealous.

But this was the thing about Xander when it came to people he trusted or at least ones that he wanted to open up to, he was exceedingly candid about his emotions.

He didn't hide and scheme, though sometimes he beat around the bush when he was too embarrassed to say or ask something directly.

Many others in his same position would most likely look down upon a girl as young as Emilin, questioning her qualifications to be able to hold such a lofty position, one that even he, as the youngest head of a department in the international medical organization would fight to vie for.

Emilin had a rather good impression of him for this, and many other reasons as they worked together, mainly since Xander knew well that M didn't like troublesome things.

Though M was thought of by many as to be around the beginning nearing the middle of the Master level, Xander had a different opinion as someone who worked closely with him.

He believed that M was nearing the Grandmaster level if he had not reached there already.

The number of Grandmasters in a field had never exceeded 3, no matter what field it is that you looked into, and there were always instances where a field of study simply didn't have a Grandmaster. 

Not one in the world.

Though normal people didn't know much about masters, much less grandmasters, you would naturally acquire more information on such matters when you slowly climbed up the ranks.

Xander was already head of a department in an international organization, and so it would only be strange if he didn't have a strong network.

If there were to ever be over three grandmasters in a field, even if it was business, it would be something that every grandmaster would be aware of, even ones in art. And at that point, the news would spread down.

It just wasn't something that could be kept in the dark for long.

The requirements to be acknowledged as a Grandmaster were stringent, but also mysterious. So much so that Xander, someone who was slowly bordering the Master level, didn't even have an inkling of what they were.

Xander had never bothered to ask M since he knew that he was still far away from that level, but at times he was tempted.

He was certain that even if M wasn't there yet, he was either already working on it, or already on his way there. Either way, M would most likely know what the requirements that are necessary are.

Xander was sure that what M was showing the world was just the mere tip of the iceberg. If he wanted to, M would be able to shake the medical world whenever he willed it.

Just the number of lives he could save would not be counted in the millions anymore, especially if you count both how this would affect future generations as well as the future development of medicine and procedural medicine as a whole.

As for why M wasn't doing so already, Xander didn't question it. From the perspective of someone who had been near M since his teens, M was akin to the God of Medicine, his god, as someone who practiced medicine.

Xander had no right or ability to question a God with morals or societal roles, neither did he want to.

The truth of human greed was that nothing was ever enough, if M were to suddenly come out with dozens upon dozens of formulas and formulations, it could only bring negative results to the medical ecosystem, after all, human greed knew no bounds, not even between doctors.

Not only that, but if loads of information were to be dumped on these doctors like the garbage dumped in the landfills, they would be at least centuries behind, the decline of the industry would start there. Rather than fertilizing the soil, they would only be making piles of trash.

No one would be able to keep up with the 'research done by M' and it would only get worse from there.

Xander believed that it was a good idea for them to slowly inject this information into the market, so do not create a wave that would end up crashing on the people.

Plus, everyone had their own circumstances. M clearly didn't want to make such waves and he knew what he was doing.

And if such a figure had chosen this young girl to be the heir of everything he had, then so be it.

Rather than try and test her like a dumbass, questioning M's judgment, he would much rather spend his time getting a grasp on what he could learn from this young lady while developing a mutually beneficial and nurturing relationship.

"Hello," Emilin said with her stoic face, while inwardly ecstatic. She was making noticeable improvements.

"Hello young lady, I'm Xander's assistant Levi Stanley and this is Xander, you should know him as one of your Master's closely working associates." Levi took a step up when he keenly noticed that Xander may be overwhelming the young lady.

"Ah yes, I'm Xander and you can just call me Big Brother Xander since I'm older than you," Xander said, taking Levi's hint as he shamelessly asked Emilin to just treat him like family, even though they had just met.

"I see," Emilin said right before she bit her tongue.

'It seems like I've developed a bad habit.'

"Well then let's head off then, it's not early anymore, I'll grab your bags for you," Levi didn't allow for any awkward silences as he reaches out for the bags.

Emilin allowed him to do so as she too headed for her ride.

"Is there anywhere you need to head to first?" Levi asked, walking behind the two people who were both younger and in higher positions than him.

"White City," Emilin said after pondering for a bit.

She wanted to grab her bags and head out of here and head off to somewhere where she could rest in peace, preferably hitching a ride from Xander.

It would be a win-win if she could both practice her conversational skills and learn a little more about Xander. 

She didn't dislike his candid personality and seeing his reactions to diverse situations, she was considering handing some troublesome things off to him in the future.

It was a good investment, even if it was more work now, in the future, she could get herself rid of something as troublesome as the medical organization while reaping the same amount of rewards, or even more if she did things right.

'Yes, It's about time I take in a disciple anyways.'

This coming from a 15-year-old youth.

They rode off on the helicopter, and surprisingly, Levi was the one on the driver's seat.

Without even being asked, Xander informed Emilin that they had not wanted others to know who they were meeting and so they took extra precautions and that Levi did indeed have a license.

He had got one once he became determined to be a good assistant, in fact, he had done his best to diversify all of his skill set so that he would never be unprepared.

Especially since he was acting as the assistant to the 'main character of the story'. 

Anyways, he was sure that he would need most of these seemingly random skills at some point in time, and see how he had been right?

"Everyone, get ready for take-off, fasten your seat belts and hold on to the rail to the side," Levi said into the mic, which was heard on each of the other two's headset.

"First stop, White City."