#Chapter23
---I got a piggy back ride by a mercenary-03
I covered his eyes with my hands and wouldn’t let go of him even if that was the last thing I would do in my life. Thankfully he had dropped his gun as a sixteen year old boy jumped in his back, and I’m one hundred percent sure he didn’t expect such a thing to happen in a fight. But what can I say? I’m special… in a way that sends people into asylums or puts me ten feet underground with a grave stone on it, the /"Dead because he was a stupid soul/" words written on it.
If you are curious to know how it was to get a piggy back ride from a super angry, trained to kill, mercenary was, let me tell you. It was like riding a bull. You have to hold tight and scream like a little girl.
