Ron could only silently look down. He looked down at his tattooed arms. But if they looked more closely, the black ink streaks that make up the various images were covering a lot of scars. The scars formed from such a dark past.
"I won't let Hell Gate collapse! I'm the strongest man here. They won't be able to get past me if I'm not dead!" Ron exclaimed.
Kei looked at the figure of a man whose whole body was covered by the tattoo. A man with a body that had very dense and dry muscles. The muscles that seemed to be fused to his bones. The muscles were carved with blood and suffering. He was still standing in the middle of the room with his hands clenched tightly.
Kei cleaned up all his food waste into the trash can and got up from the chair. He walked towards the door to exit the room. When passing Ron's standing figure, Kei patted him twice on the shoulder, "As always, I'm always counting on you, Ron." he whispered as walked away.
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