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Needless to say, everyone is at a complete lost in how to deal with their lovable redheads' antics.
Sometimes, they wonder if maybe, just maybe, that the Henituse twins are mentally ill which could serve as a great explanation for their disturbingly concerning behaviors.
People with astonishingly brilliant minds are often said to be those who are more likely to succumb to insanity than morons.
Cale Henituse—formerly known as Kim Roksu, a widely recognized and intelligent Team Leader with an unmatched 0% mortality rate record in apocalyptic South Korea, now known as a universally acclaimed hero loved and revered by many across countless worlds. There's even a rumor that he has the ability to create the richest, most beautiful world as his plate is akin to a deity's!
And Callie Henituse—the original Cale Henituse, the renowned Trash Extraordinaire of the Northeast, but due to transmigration and regression shenanigans, he abandoned his previous identity and lived his new life as Kim Roksu.
However, unexpected circumstances—which he rather not talk about—led him to possess his former appearance and he found himself back in Nameless 1. Thinking it would be strange to use the name Kim Roksu while possessing his old body, he decided to refer to himself as—
Dun, dun, dun!
—Callie!
Pretty unique, right?
"You just added 'I' and an extra 'L' to your past name." Cale says flatly, tone unimpressed.
Does the original Cale Henituse miss his old name? But this same person firmly told him to embrace his new identity, forsake his past filled with endless pain, sorrow, and misery, start anew and pursue happiness.
"Isn't it creative?" Cale Henituse—ah right, he's not Cale anymore. Kim Roksu—wait, he's no longer Roksu, too. Bummers, he really missed his muscular body and devastatingly handsome face—Callie beams.
Cale squints as he comes face to face with the most radiant smile he's ever seen in his entire life. It's so blinding and genuine Callie might even outshine Alver, the Sun and Emperor of Roan, himself.
"I fail to see the creativity behind it."
Callie gasps dramatically.
"You must be blind! Oh, what a tragedy for Young Master Silver Shield! Fret not, we shall call the healers to check your poor eyesight—"
"My eyesight is functioning properly, thank you." Cale cuts him off before Callie launches into another one of his theatrical spiels preaching about his twin's greatness and heroics. He shudders just at the mere thought of it.
"Do you not want to choose another name?"
"It's a fine name if I do say so myself. At least I don't have questionable naming choices—unlike you. Bob, Bob, Bob. Ew. Who uses Bob as their alias? It sounds stupid in every way possible."
"I do not. And Bob does sound stupid, but it's a wonderful alias."
Callie arches an eyebrow so high it reaches his hairline. "You named your kid after your high school. Although, I admit, it has a lovely meaning." He nods approvingly, then frowns.
"And I beg to disagree with your last statement. You could've chosen Harry, Henry, Jake, or literally anything else, much better than damn freaking Bob."
"That—"
Anyway, back to the point. Cale Henituse and Callie Henituse. Everyone across the Western and Eastern Continent recognizes them, with their signature vibrant crimson hair and sharp reddish brown eyes that would be too hard to miss. The former is more well-known of course, as expected from none other than the esteemed savior of the universe, adored by divine entities.
The latter?
Imagine their shock when they learned that Cale Henituse has a twin in the first place.
He just popped out of nowhere! But Cale acted as if his presence is natural, as though he's always been with them!
They have questions regarding this enigmatic figure—several, actually—but they choose not to voice them. One time, someone had been too blunt, their words too sharp. They didn't bother to hide their repulsion and scoffed, saying that the younger twin who suddenly appeared was entirely useless compared to the eldest. He had no notable contributions in achieving world peace, so why was he acting like he belonged with the great hero and his companions?
As a result, they unintentionally incurred Cale's wrath. What happened to them afterward? It shall remain forever untold. It's better if you avoid digging out the truth because nothing good will come out of it.
So people learned to keep their mouth shut.
No one in their right mind wants to be on the receiving end of the Ex-Commander's fury, that's just plain stupidity.
And they learned another thing.
Cale is fiercely protective over Callie, always doting on him and following him around wherever the younger twin goes. They're often seen together that it'd be considered odd if any of them is seen without the other.
It's a strange sight to see the usually stoic and composed hero openly express his affection for his brother. Truth be told, he has become comfortable being more open and expressive with others now as three years have passed, much to everyone's delight.
But this blatant, overwhelming affection he constantly bombards Callie with seems to be reserved specifically for him.
Which only hardens their resolve not to mess with Callie Henituse lest they earn Cale's fearful ire. That'd be a nightmare.
Crap, they're straying away from the initial subject matter at hand. What was it about again? Ah, yes. The Henituse twins' antics.
Their wits and cunning are undoubtedly unmatched, their resilience and mental strength admirable. Their self-preservation skills, on the other hand? It needs serious work. Very serious work.
Because can somebody explain to them why the redheads are bickering incessantly while severely injured? In front of the enemies, no less?
"Stay back, I've got this covered!"
"No, you do not."
"Please. You literally coughed a bucket of blood just now—this must be a pastime of yours at this rate—you're not in the state to engage in this fight. So let your reliable handsome dongsaeng handle this, yeah? Hm? We good?"
"You have a gaping wound on your stomach and you're bleeding nonstop! We're not good!"
"No worries! I had worse injuries than this. Just focus on yourself first—"
"I'm fine since I have a healing ancient power—you don't, so it should be the other way around! And what do you mean worse injuries you stubborn brat—"
It's the both of them who need to step back and let us handle the fight! Everyone collectively cries in their mind.