Blood droplets flow along the crossed blades.
There was no need to bother identifying the owner of the blood. After all, the two people standing on the battlefield were the same person.
Me, and the man.
Humans bearing the name ‘Ian Percus.’
The paths we had walked were as different as the crossed blades.
My sword was touching the man’s nape. On the other hand, the sword the man thrust only grazed past me.
The victory and defeat were clear. It was a battle where both went all out, and though various coincidences helped me, in the end, the victory became mine.
However, why was that.
The man’s face was still utterly impassive. He merely gazed at me with a silent expression.
Those golden eyes were unusually deep.
“I was different from you.”
The hand gripping the sword trembled slightly. The panting breaths echoed in my mind along with the pounding heart sounds, and the vision that had lost focus was only blurry.
In contrast, the man’s voice as he moved his lips was merely calm.
Anyone watching might mistake the outcome of the victory and defeat.
“There was no power to save even if I wanted to save. Losing precious people, I spent countless nights hating myself to…