‘So what did you do?’

    As powerful as that ability was, it didn’t seem like there was any way to deal with the giant white tiger that was still giving us a tingling sensation.

    It was a sword filled with liquid. Up until now, most people with divine powers had died without even noticing it after being hit by this one.

    ‘And yet he blocked it with just one arm… .’

    The size of the abilities they possessed meant that they were on a different level from the collateral damage we had been dealing with so far.

    ‘If you do it right, you might die.’

    The target was not the young master with this great ability, but the small young master. If he was well persuaded and sent, there might not be any problem.

    So, we started talking to him. We felt that we shouldn’t be fighting this monster.

    “Can we talk for a minute?!”

    It was a moment. I didn’t even realize how things had passed.

    Was it by car? By foot? Somehow I was already rolling on the ground, and that damned brat who had to stand in the carriage had his arms dangling and his sword drawn.

    “… .”

    There was no word.

    Only the cold, heavy sound of the sword echoed. It was the first time. I felt scared.

    It was the first time I felt fear since I learned about and began handling liquid.

    “Damn it… !”

    I couldn’t even stand properly.

    His colleagues could only watch him draw his sword for such a long time.

    Because the enormous energy that damned thing was emitting was preventing my proper thought processes from working.

    The sword was swung quickly and sharply.

    “Ugh!”

    A silver light. A silver flash.

    -Chae-Ang.

    I watched the swords being exchanged. In front of me, swords were being exchanged.

    Even to me, a layman when it comes to swords, the answer was clear. It was obvious to anyone that my colleague was being pushed.

    “Fuck, fuck!!”

    Absolute fear. Absolute fear where even the thought of being able to do anything with liquid disappears.

    In the face of that horror, I could do nothing.

    There was no point in counting how many sums there were. The child just drove my colleague with his colorless, odorless eyes.

    The sword’s intended target was clear.

    All of them were just vital points. The moment they allowed the sword to be used, they would die.

    It was clear what I had learned. It was assassination. If my comrade in front of me had not continued the fight, blocking the daggers thrown at him with his body, I would have already left this world.

    -Phew.

    Look now, this dagger falling before my eyes.

    “Damn it!!!”

    That’s a monster.

    The liquid is not a monster. That is the monster.

    I have to do something. If I keep going like this, I’ll die.

    I wanted to hit that damn monster with just one punch.

    The liquid inside me. If I could just release it, I could at least rip that arm off. That arm that’s dangling.

    -Paang.

    The liquid that leaves your hand flies straight towards your arm. There-

    -Kkwak.

    The arm fell off. It was beginning to rot away and show its appearance as a liquid.

    However, he looked down at the liquid quietly.

    “… ??”

    The momentum did not diminish. He didn’t even scream at the fallen arm, and just looked down at it.

    In addition, the liquid would flow into the part of the arm that was connected and it would rot. He was enduring that pain without any concern.

    At that time, no. Now I definitely realized why this guy is so bland.

    ‘It’s already no different from the image of a liquid…!!’

    Accept the incoming liquid without any hesitation. The liquid seeps into your body. That also means that you already know how to handle liquid.

    -It’s a shame.

    It was different from before. If the momentum was just to crush us and get rid of us without emotion… .

    Shenlong. Similar to that author – pressure. This is not right.

    If we fought more, there would be no corpses or anything left. However, my partner swung his sword as if he had lost his wits.

    “Die!!”

    “Sleep, stop!!!”

    There was no way to tell him to stop. The sword had already been swung. And. the sound of the sword being cut echoed as if nothing had happened.

    In it.

    It was surrounded by liquid, just like the one my colleague shot earlier.

    “Take it… gasp… .”

    “Kkaaa …

    A huge slash of incomparable size to that of my comrades. In that slash, I lost the part opposite to his arm.

    “Ah …

    A dark abyss, so dark that one eye was dyed black – a great abyss.

    What on earth did I touch?

    There was no longer any sword that had shone with silver light. It had long since disappeared.

    A black, black bird, cut off my head.

    “Command?”

    “Yeah, they want you to assassinate a young guy up there.”

    The guy’s grumbling and complaining continued today. It was a little annoying, but I couldn’t ignore him.

    Because he was my colleague who filled in my shortcomings.

    It was he who came to me, saying that he had been ordered to kill a young tiger.

    The request to assassinate a young boy was clearly a request I did not want to accept.

    I don’t like fighting, I don’t like killing little kids who can’t even respond.

    In the first place, that guy is that nameless guy who follows me around.

    Anyway, it was a mission given from above. He and I were top-tier assassins, so we weren’t at the level to be assigned to something like this.

    however-

    The man I faced was of a different class. Yes. There was nothing else I could say. The collateral line that I had killed all this time? The ancestors who were losing their power?

    That kind of thing didn’t even make it to the end.

    It was a distance that was impossible to reach. Even if I swung my sword or blocked it, it was a distance that I could never reach.

    My colleague lost his arm to the poison he shot. While he was distracted by it – yes. He was going to cut it and finish it off.

    But was that itself arrogance?

    I could do nothing but watch my sword split apart.

    By the short swords used by assassins.

    After two assassins fell.

    I was in the carriage and couldn’t move. No, it would be more accurate to say I couldn’t move.

    That’s understandable, I could still vividly see my brother’s arm flying away before my eyes.

    No words could even come out.

    They were engraved in my eyes. What could that man have done for that? For his immediate survival? No.

    I know that his strength is greater than anything else because I watched him from the side. Didn’t I actually watch him tear people apart?

    He was so strong. It was his heart that abandoned me.

    But he didn’t, and he saved me.

    ‘… At least, he- doesn’t he value me?’

    His guidance, or rather, his leading me along a path through the forest, took my hand and led me until the bodies were out of sight.

    Just like when my dad or mom takes me somewhere. When we got a little further away from there, he asked.

    “Can you continue walking?”

    “… . No… .”

    I answered honestly. I was being honest. I felt like I couldn’t keep walking.

    I was ugly. I’ve always been ugly, but I was ugly. It was the one who saved me so many times.

    Today was the third time in total. The excitement made my head sink colder. I felt like I couldn’t keep my distance from him any longer.

    He didn’t seem to care, as if it was his job, but I- I cared. He was my benefactor.

    Up until now, I had just maintained an appropriate distance, saying it was customary and such. However, it was hard for me to keep looking at that back that wouldn’t fall. I wanted to get closer to it.

    The fear remained, but I didn’t want to be a scared coward anymore.

    So, I asked.

    “Yes. Sir.”

    “Yes.”

    “By any chance, can I call you ‘hyung’?”

    He didn’t say anything for a while. He just stared at me.

    The curiosity and questions in their eyes. They looked at me for a moment, as if they didn’t know why I was asking them such questions.

    However, the answer came back sooner than expected.

    “Yes, do as you wish.”

    As he said this, he stood up from his seat.

    “I’ll bring some things to light the fire.”

    I looked at his arm as he brought a few sticks right in front of me. Was it because of his ability, or because of the sword he had eaten earlier… .

    My arm is already better. No, it’s better. The bleeding has stopped.

    …I felt a sense of guilt about it.

    My brother drank poison, lost his emotions, and lost one of his arms. It was all my fault.

    ‘… … . On days off, let’s go out and play often with my brother.’

    At least, if I could do something like that… it would get better. This, this feeling of distance that feels like tens of miles, and my sense of indebtedness.

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