The sword swung down at me with enough power to cut me in half.
Why had I jumped in front of this little brat just now? It wasn't that I was particularly attached to the kid. Sure, I was good friends with his father until my ultimate downfall. However, even for Michiya, I still wouldn't have jumped out.
Truthfully, it was more from habit.
For me, it felt like only a few months ago I was Moao. I could catch a blade in my hand and shatter it without even batting an eye. In the past, I had jumped out in front of many swords and weapons without any fear of possible consequences. Thanks to muscle memory, my body still acted in the same way as if it was an instinct.
In this moment, I felt really foolish.
What was I doing giving up my life for a kid who fainted at the sight of blood?
Well, no matter. It's not like there is anything I can do now. All I can do is close my eyes before my death and regret that it wasn't Raylon who had caused it.
