241 The Pink Sandals Actually Came In Handy?!? 3 (1/2)

master finally came by then, and he grabbed me by my arm, hauling me off the ground.

”master,” i sobbed. ”what are you doing?”

he tsked and pulled me away from the clearing. completely surprised, i struggled to get out of his grip. ”stay still,” he squeezed my arm with enough force to bruise.

i quietened, but my heart still ached. why the f*ck did the master not care? junior brother is right there, and he's... dead.

”master-”

”shut up.” master shoved me to the ground and unsheathed his sword, the sharp metal making a light twanging sound as it revealed itself in the sun. it seemed as if everything went in slow motion as master pointed the tip of his sword straight at my heart.

oh sh*t.

what the h*ll is happening right now?

my voice was barely above a whisper, but i knew he heard me say, ”master?” he tsked again and thrusted the sword, and its edge nicked me slightly in the cheek.

”didn't i tell you to shut up? stupid jin yahui.” his face was entirely blank as he returned to his previous stance. then, his arm began to go back for a thrust that i'm afraid would no longer be aimed for my cheek.

asagoisnawoain. what can i do?

what is this?

millions of thoughts went through my mind in that second, and i swear that my brain cells had never been so abused before.

it was when the sword was a mere inch away from my heart that i realized it.