Cough… cough…
He coughed, brushing off the rubble from his body… cough… cough…
Blood poured out of his mouth… he could feel the metallic taste of it on his lips…
His ribs were broken… that was a punch.
A single punch had sent him flying…
And he was in the Second Class Advancement.
He trembled with rage… he trembled with fear.
This was the same little runt he could have killed with nothing but a whim…
"No… in just a few short months… how… did he become such a monster…?"
That power… it was the power of Second Class Advancement…
He had been punched by someone supposedly in the same rank… with even less experience than him…
He coughed, forcing himself to stand…
He cleaned the blood from his mouth.
He could hear the sounds of battle…
No… the sounds of slaughter…
The screams of his people…
The sound of blood flowing…
He gritted his teeth…
Recalling something Back-to-Back had told him years earlier…
That kid… should never get a taste for blood…
