All the years it took for Mahalalel to let his resentment for the boy go, happened so fast, and suddenly, his features softened and relaxed, for the first time in years.
The smile on his face made him seem even more handsome than his usual, and for some reason, seeing the transparent-eyed man so peaceful, irked Itsuka to no end.
"Why do you look so peaceful? Have you come to terms with killing me?"
The whitish-grey-haired man simply shook his head softly, giving the male a pleasant smile.
"I am going to save you, son."
Instantly, Itsuka became enraged, and he threw himself at the man, moving at full speed.
"Come hither, my sword."
The two clashed powerfully in one swift motion, each having a different motive to wanting to battle the other.
One wanted to kill, and the other... wanted to save.
Two blades protruded from Itsuka's elbows, as long as a sword itself, and struck itself against Mahalalel's dao sword.
