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A young brown-haired man was making a call, when suddenly something hit him, and, inevitably, he collided with one of the walls on his sides.
That had hurt, and he hated pain.
A red-haired boy had his foot pressed against his chest, making it a little difficult for him to breathe.
—You have two options. You can die right now, or you can die after telling me what you know.
Choose the one you like the most.—
the ginger boy with an unknown name said arrogantly.
—Then kill me right now.—declared his counterpart who was on the ground.
That only motivated the boy to investigate more about what he knew.
—Tell me what you know about Arahabaki.—he said while at the same time, he trampled the young boy’s hand into the ground.
—Ah. Yes, the Arahabaki. I see. Sure. The Arahabaki.— the boy said, without any interest in his voice. —Do you know him?
No. It’s the first time I’ve heard about him.— the red-haired boy kicked him.
—So far no one who has received a kick from me has remained silent.—
—If I give you the information. Will you let me go?—
—That’s how it is. I am pious with the weak.—said the redhead.
—You should drink a little more milk. You’re very short.—
the tallest one said mockingly.
—Don’t get involved in what doesn’t matter to you, bastard! I’m only 15 years old, I’m still growing!— the shorter one declared angrily. It was obvious that his words had upset him.
That was their first meeting.
He remembers that moment perfectly, he still did not know the ginger young man who, some time later, would unexpectedly become his reason to live.
his reason for living.