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There was a child here. A young child.
The Master silently stared at this young child. This boy held a small wooden sword in one hand and a staff in the other.
-You're being unreasonable, boy.
-That is not achievable by human means.
Someone tried to take away the wooden sword and staff from the boy. However, he vehemently resisted by swinging around his tiny hands. When he did that, fewer and fewer faceless people tried to take the boy's weapons away.
Eventually, only one figure remained, and it addressed the boy.
-It will get difficult for you.
-The path you will walk on is undoubtedly harsh and unforgiving.
-There is an easier path. In that case, why do you persist with this difficult path?
The boy raised his head and smiled brightly. His smile, so pure and innocent…
"Why? Because it looks cool!"
The Master's eyes stung. Light was flooding in from somewhere. He reflexively raised his hand to shield his eyes.
His consciousness was slowly but surely returning to him.
The first thing he felt was a dull pain. It felt like every joint in his body was misaligned and creaking.
'That is horrifying…'
Rather than the joy of still being alive, the pained screams coming from various parts of his body invaded his consciousness far more urgently.
"You're awake," said a familiar voice coming from the bedside. It belonged to Wiggins.
The Master calmly replied, "...I'm...
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