Half a day ago.
Among the ruins.
Kane Jean stared blankly at the blood-soaked man standing before him.
"Kane, come here." Bart Jean said, coughing blood: "Come here, let me look at you once more."
"Bart, don't talk anymore."
Kane rushed over in a panic to support him.
"Don't waste your effort, I'm done for, you know it, it's not the first time you've seen such a scene."
Bart smiled, ruffling his hair:
"I still remember the first time that old man sent you to the Sword Courtyard, your eyes were full of curiosity and dread. Thinking about it now, it feels like it was just yesterday."
"Bart, stop talking."
Bart smiled again and said: "I must finish instructing you, after all, from now on, you will have to face it yourself."
He ruffled Kane's hair and said softly:
"Unlike that old guy, he had no choice but to pick you because he had no more opportunities, but this time, it's me who chose you."
"Bart..."
