Hougo's gaze moved from the Young Master's face, to the end of his bleeding wrist, to the Young Master's face, to the end of his wrist, and back to the Young Master's face.
"What the fuck is he talking about?"
"I'm right here…?"
Hougo could barely breathe, and that was okay.
He remained with his back against the ground, unmoving.
Sword Qi.
Dying to such a Technique wouldn't be bad at all.
A Talent that could be respected had finally appeared.
The end of his quest had come. Hougo would die… Though he wasn't as sure now.
"So? What do you think?"
The Assassin could feel annoying rising from within him.
"Just kill me already. I'm not interested in games."
"I'm not interested in killing you." The Young Master shrugged.
"Huh…?"
