As Jash walked towards the two, a sudden thought came to him, 'I don't know his name.'
He had always referred to the golden-haired guy as the protagonist since his name seemed blurred in his memories.
It wasn't that he didn't know; it was more like he wasn't allowed to know.
'Might as well ask,' he thought, approaching the two who were eyeing each other warily as well as him.
"Hey..."
—Clang!
Before Jash could say anything, the two clashed swords with each other, forcing him to take a step back.
However, he almost dashed in, trying to intervene and enter the fight, but stopped at the last second.
'Wait, what am I doing? Isn't this what I wanted? So why?' Jash thought to himself, confused by his own instincts.
It wasn't that he actually wanted to fight and make his body cry in pain; if possible, he'd avoid fighting altogether.
