Alex looked Ishiki straight in the eyes and spoke in a voice heavy with desperation that bordered on pleading.
"You must be strong. Because... because you survived in that forest. No normal person would have."
Ishiki looked at him in bewilderment. Was he insane?
Did this man—this pale, silver-eyed stranger who apparently spent six days watching him unconscious, not see the broken leg? The blood loss? The fact that Ishiki had reached this village through sheer, improbable luck rather than strength or skill?
"Stop... stop, I am not strong at all. I just survived because the trees stopped and returned back to normal. So, don't have any wild fantasies that i can help you get out."
He sighed. Alex looked like, he had gotten even more pale after Ishiki utterly shattered all his expectations.
