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"Don't... don't kill me, Boss, I am your most loyal follower," you can't just abandon me after crossing the bridge... "
In the depths of the mountain, a young man with blond hair kneeled in front of a tall and sturdy teenager, accusing him through tears and snot.
Not far behind him stood a slim and short teenager, who glanced at Yellow Hair with contempt, "Pathetic..."
Turning his gaze back to the teenager, his eyes showed admiration mixed with a complexity he wasn't even aware of.
The teenager, dressed in camouflage with a cape of leaves on his back, stood tall and straight, clean to an incredible degree compared to others covered in dirt and grime—like he hadn't been romping through the mountains for a month but had just come out of a bath, not a speck of filth to be seen.
