Sometimes, very occasionally, a memory comes to mind.
Around the time when I had just passed the age of twenty.
Yes, exactly the same age as now.
It was a memory from the time when I was living just breathing in the demonic realm.
[I told you. Your follow-up is slow, right?]
As I was breathing heavily, that damned guy looked down and said.
Damn it.
[I… have to be able to follow… to follow. You crazy bastard.]
I couldn’t even speak properly.
That’s how much my stamina was completely depleted.
Seeing that, Woo-hyuk said with a smile.
[You just died to me three times.]
Once when my neck was cut in the first exchange.
Twice when I fell for a feint in the third exchange.
The last one was three times when I charged straight in and failed.
It meant that every attempt I made had failed.
[Just kill me in one go. Why go up to three times? Damn it.]
[I told you to think a bit and fight?]
[I did think, you bastard.]
[Don’t you remember almost getting eaten last time because you charged like that?]
As if I don’t remember, bullshit. I remembered it all too clearly.
I was about to be chewed up and dismantled finely, but the Small Sword Saint and Woo-hyuk saved me.
[…It’s embarrassing, fuck. You should’ve just killed me there.]
I spat out mixed with lament, and Woo-hyuk suddenly flicked my forehead.
Thud-!
It hurt a bit strongly, making my head sway.
[You crazy…!]
[Life isn’t something to throw away recklessly like that.]
I was about to flare…