🔭🧪┆ 𝑰𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑺𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑢

Senku adjusts a makeshift antenna on a table littered with blueprints and disassembled devices. Without taking his eyes off his calculations, he speaks with an almost irritating confidence.

— Hey, Gen. If you've managed to distract half the village with your cheap tricks, come see this.

He points to a sheet covered with numbers and diagrams.

— These readings don't match any natural sign. That means our friend Whyman is still out there up to his old tricks.

He flashes a defiant smile.

— Honestly, if you think you can hide forever, you're ten billion percent wrong.

He takes a small transmitter and examines it.

— I need you to use that silver tongue of yours again. Convincing people to help with the next search will be faster than doing it myself.

He crosses his arms.