108 A Lot Alike (2/2)

Moreover, she was too tired and felt the need to eat a quick meal then sleep.

Unknown to Rin, her movements from the beginning were seen by a Tuhan soldier who hastily walked toward An Sun's tent once Rin's figure was out of sight.

”He came back and went to his tent?”

The soldier nodded his head, ”Yes.”

An Sun immediately frowned. Propping his chin on his palm, he dismisses the soldier and stares blankly at the brazier in the corner of the tent.

”Sun…” Manchu's low voice spoke, his expression furrowed.

”He's not an idiot,” An Sun sighed and stood up from his seat to head out the tent. ”To betray me in front of my own eyes would be a foolish move.”

”Even so that could be exactly...” Manchu stopped after receiving An Sun's icy glare.

He was aware of the boy's suspicious behavior, but oddly enough he didn't see him as a threat. It was obvious he had his own motives for staying. And killing him and his army wasn't one of them.

When met with the boy's clear, resolute eyes he couldn't see a trace of malicious intent. He meant the words he said and worked hard to prove his worth.

Through the past couple of weeks, An Sun observed his progress as he trained, studied and strategized – all ways to please him.

Most who had tried to gain his trust would sing praises his way or act nothing but obedient. Those who did were now dead.

But the boy didn't. He voiced opinions he knew would anger or irritate him and didn't bother to reassure or praise him when unnecessary. He took risks no other dared to take, and he admired it.

An Sun felt a swell of dissatisfaction at the thought of him ever betraying him, his gray eyes turning cold.

Lifting the tent's flap, a gust of cold wind blows through the tent, fluttering the man's long black hair.

Turning to the side to glance at the frowning Manchu, An Sun smirked coldly. ”If you took the time to stop being so cautious for once, you'd find you two have a lot in common.”

It kind of pissed him off, An Sun inwardly thought as he walked away.

Manchu's eyebrows raised as he watched An Sun's departing figure.

Them alike? In what way were they the same?

A rare sense of irritation swelled his heart. Scratching the back of his head, Manchu stands up and grabs his bow to hunt off his frustrations.