Thank you. Good luck
“............”
Throwing the baldy aside, who had lost his strength and couldn't move, Master rushed over towards me.
Head, neck, arms, stomach ...... He palpated me quickly, making sure I was not injured, and exhaled deeply.
I'm sorry for worrying you, Master.
But you're more of a master than I am!
You were slashed by that baldy weren't you? Are you alright?!
When I stared at my master's injured right arm, he clenched and opened his right fist several times to show me, and muttered.
“...... No problem.”
Then he gently patted my head.
“Well done, you did well.”
The moment I heard those words, the thread of tension broke.
Various emotions that had been suppressed came to the surface, and I could not stop the tears from welling up.
I was scared.
I was scared. I was very scared, master.
But I was able to fight.
I did my best.
As I continued to cry, my voice cracking and tears streaming down my face, my master gently hugged me.
It was warm .......
Behind the mask of expressionlessness created by my facial muscles, which were as dead as ever, the fear that had filled my heart somehow vanished and I was filled with a comfortable sense of security.
However,
Such a peaceful and touching moment was short-lived.
Boom.
Suddenly, Master pushed me out of his embrace.
“Huh? What?”
I fell on my butt without understanding what I had witnessed.
My master's figure fell as blood splattered from the deeply slashed wound that went from his shoulder diagonally down.
“Kuha… hahahah”
I heard laughter from behind me.
It was the baldy.
He was pierced through the heart but was still alive.
He was lying on the ground, breathless. His initially motionless body was being forcibly moved by magic power, though he seemed to be using his last bits of strength.
“I, I am an apostle....... I am different from you lowly people, I am a chosen being ......!”
Muttering something, the bald man extended a [Magic Slashing Thread] to me as well.
“Such a disaster, the likes of an apostle's defeat, is ought to never occur! I, I am… the eternal… carnage's… ”
The deafening soliloquy stopped there.
The bald man, who was so weak that he could hardly use his [Body Strengthening], could not withstand the [Throwing Stones] that I unleashed with all my might.
The bald man's head was blown off, and this time he really died.
The [Magic Slashing Thread] could not hold its shape and eventually faded away.
“…Master. ”
Master lay helplessly on the ground, devoid of strength.
It hurt, it hurt too deeply.
I took off my outer garment and tried to bind it around master's body like a bandage but, to no avail.
It did not stop the bleeding…
“Master… master, master…”
All I could do now was to mutter nonsensically.
The pool of blood around Master increased in size.
Master's life was fading away…
“............"
The master managed to move his arm and clasp my trembling hand.
His hands were big and tough.
My master's hands were strong.
I felt the warmth from his hand fading rapidly.
“…Thank you.”
The words emanating from the master's trembling lips were words of gratitude to me.
......Why.....?
Did I do something to be thanked by my master?
Didn't I just cause trouble by becoming a disciple without permission?
I, I have always been on the receiving end between my master and I…
“Good… luc… k”
No way.
After those simple words of encouragement, Master's hand lost its strength and he stopped moving.
The gray clouds that covered the sky began to dizzle.
Tepid, lukewarm, blisteringly hot rain.
It became stronger and stronger, mixing with the pools of blood on the ground, becoming iron-smelling, reddish-black muddy water that flowed everywhere.
In the pouring rain, holding Master's cold hand, I just sat there.
I looked into his face.
His face, looking up to the heavens as he was drenched by the churlish rain.
The expression on his strong face, which hardly changed at all times.
It must have been painful and hard for him to bear such a wound.
But he had a gentle smile on his face.
It was a gentle, kind smile, just like himself.
Thank you. Good luck
“............”
Throwing the baldy aside, who had lost his strength and couldn't move, Master rushed over towards me.
Head, neck, arms, stomach ...... He palpated me quickly, making sure I was not injured, and exhaled deeply.
I'm sorry for worrying you, Master.
But you're more of a master than I am!
You were slashed by that baldy weren't you? Are you alright?!
When I stared at my master's injured right arm, he clenched and opened his right fist several times to show me, and muttered.
“...... No problem.”
Then he gently patted my head.
“Well done, you did well.”
The moment I heard those words, the thread of tension broke.
Various emotions that had been suppressed came to the surface, and I could not stop the tears from welling up.
I was scared.
I was scared. I was very scared, master.
But I was able to fight.
I did my best.
As I continued to cry, my voice cracking and tears streaming down my face, my master gently hugged me.
It was warm .......
Behind the mask of expressionlessness created by my facial muscles, which were as dead as ever, the fear that had filled my heart somehow vanished and I was filled with a comfortable sense of security.
However,
Such a peaceful and touching moment was short-lived.
Boom.
Suddenly, Master pushed me out of his embrace.
“Huh? What?”
I fell on my butt without understanding what I had witnessed.
My master's figure fell as blood splattered from the deeply slashed wound that went from his shoulder diagonally down.
“Kuha… hahahah”
I heard laughter from behind me.
It was the baldy.
He was pierced through the heart but was still alive.
He was lying on the ground, breathless. His initially motionless body was being forcibly moved by magic power, though he seemed to be using his last bits of strength.
“I, I am an apostle....... I am different from you lowly people, I am a chosen being ......!”
Muttering something, the bald man extended a [Magic Slashing Thread] to me as well.
“Such a disaster, the likes of an apostle's defeat, is ought to never occur! I, I am… the eternal… carnage's… ”
The deafening soliloquy stopped there.
The bald man, who was so weak that he could hardly use his [Body Strengthening], could not withstand the [Throwing Stones] that I unleashed with all my might.
The bald man's head was blown off, and this time he really died.
The [Magic Slashing Thread] could not hold its shape and eventually faded away.
“…Master. ”
Master lay helplessly on the ground, devoid of strength.
It hurt, it hurt too deeply.
I took off my outer garment and tried to bind it around master's body like a bandage but, to no avail.
It did not stop the bleeding…
“Master… master, master…”
All I could do now was to mutter nonsensically.
The pool of blood around Master increased in size.
Master's life was fading away…
“............"
The master managed to move his arm and clasp my trembling hand.
His hands were big and tough.
My master's hands were strong.
I felt the warmth from his hand fading rapidly.
“…Thank you.”
The words emanating from the master's trembling lips were words of gratitude to me.
......Why.....?
Did I do something to be thanked by my master?
Didn't I just cause trouble by becoming a disciple without permission?
I, I have always been on the receiving end between my master and I…
“Good… luc… k”
No way.
After those simple words of encouragement, Master's hand lost its strength and he stopped moving.
The gray clouds that covered the sky began to dizzle.
Tepid, lukewarm, blisteringly hot rain.
It became stronger and stronger, mixing with the pools of blood on the ground, becoming iron-smelling, reddish-black muddy water that flowed everywhere.
In the pouring rain, holding Master's cold hand, I just sat there.
I looked into his face.
His face, looking up to the heavens as he was drenched by the churlish rain.
The expression on his strong face, which hardly changed at all times.
It must have been painful and hard for him to bear such a wound.
But he had a gentle smile on his face.
It was a gentle, kind smile, just like himself.
