''Gulp…'' A black-haired young man was drinking from a glass bottle, which contained some kind of green liquid; once it started traveling through his throat, his wound in his stomach was healed.
His shirt and jacket were ripped off, leaving his bare chest visible, which only moments ago had a wound, which was gushing with blood, but now the wound was healed; the only sign that he even was injured was his blood-stained pants.
Ichiro used his spear as a walking stick and slowly started walking back to the battlefield.
He didn't fly far enough to not see the battlefield anymore. First and Second Order already noticed Ichiro limping back, but they were still admiring the sight of their Supreme Leader pushing Abyss back with his powerful attacks.
Their loyalty towards their Supreme Leader has crossed boundaries of possibilities by now.
Ichiro seeing the scene, felt his heart sinking. If Abyss can't win, they both will die.
'I have to help him in some way…' He thought and looked straight towards First and Second Order.
'System… You have never said how strong they are? Dare to tell me.' Ichiro asked started slowly walking towards them, but he knew that there wasn't much time.
[They both are Peak Martial Generals. Not Half-Step, which means they can't use their Power Traits]
''Sigh…'' Ichiro had a hunch that they were Martial Generals and even Peak, so he felt relieved knowing that he didn't have to be wary of their Power Limits.
First Order turned his head towards Ichiro and saw him preparing for the upcoming battle.
''That cockroach is back.'' He said towards his friend, Second Order.
Second Order snorted and stopped admiring his Supreme Leader, ''Let's kill him then… No mercy.''
''No mercy.'' First Order repeated and stood side by side with Second Order.
Ichiro walked over the debris and entered the courtyard.
The courtyard was colored in the color of yellow, coming from lanterns that are planted all around the courtyard, and it was only light coming, except from the moon.
The sky was dark, but occasionally, there was a sound of thunder and the color of blue appearing.
Every now and then, a sound of screaming echoed from the distance and someone dying.
First and Second Order thought that these sounds would make the black-haired young man scared sh*tless, especially when his death is so near, but no… Ichiro's face looked calm as ever.
If they think that this is enough to make Ichiro scared, they are mistaken.
First and Second Order circled around Ichiro, their faces showing sickening grins and obvious amusement.
They have always enjoyed bullying the weak. Since they were young, they have been friends, and they both had similar hobbies.
They both liked to bully the weak and make them wish that they had never been born. It was something that gave them endless satisfaction.
But one day, their parents found out and instantly sent the two psychopaths to Military Camp. Whether it was luck or a crazy coincidence, they both ended up in the same Military Camp, and once again…
They targeted the weaker ones and made them suffer, but this time… They made sure that no one would find out what they were doing.
Blackmail was an effective method for them, and their victims were too scared to say anything.
After they got out of the Military Camp, they were stronger, much stronger than ever before.
The first thing they did was to pay a visit to their parents and made them suffer.
After that, they disappeared from the world, but they left a trail of victims behind, and after they reached Martial General Rank, they got recruited into The Ones Who Are Hiding In The Dark.
''Cockroach, I have a question.'' First Order opened his mouth, which attracted Ichiro's attention, ''You are weak.''
Ichiro didn't change his expression. Instead, he changed his position, so he could see both First and Second Order and so that they couldn't sneak attack him.
Second Order grinned and moved once again to the blind spot, ''Once we are done with our purpose… There will be no more weak people in the world, only survivors…''
''Martial Arts are weakness.'' First Order continued, ''True strength isn't to rely on techniques and powerful Bloodlines— it is about having enough physical strength to make everyone kneel before us and not let birthrights to determine our positions in society.''
''Heh…'' Ichiro chuckled and felt amused. They think that having powerful bloodlines is what determines the position in the hierarchy, but he knows better than everyone how it would be without Martial Arts.
Without Martial Arts, it would be the wealthy who rules the society, while the ones who live in poverty can do nothing but kneel before them.
Now, everyone can improve their status in society if they put enough effort into it. Strength hierarchy is simple that way because if you are weak, no one takes you seriously, but if you are strong, no one dares to look down on you.
Ichiro, having lived two lives, knows how different society can be if even a small thing is changed.
Without strength, the wealthy will rule.
With strength, the powerful will rule.
''Is something funny?'' First Order asked while his sword was ready to take Ichiro's life with one swift stroke.
Ichiro took a deep breath and wryly smiled, ''This World is… Made for me… I won't let you guys ruin it for this World to become another Earth, but even worse.''
''Eh?'' First and Second Order frowned, not having any idea what he was talking about.
''You two don't need to answer, but… You guys are right, this World isn't perfect, and it needs some correction, but… Martial Arts is how you can correct it… Not without it.'' Ichiro's words of wisdom rang in the night sky, but that was the end of the conversation, and it was time to fight till death!
First and Second Order ignored the ramblings of the young man and rushed straight at him with intent to kill.
Ichiro swung the spear around him and welcomed the attack with open arms.
''Death isn't the end… It is only the beginning.'' With these words… Ichiro and Spearless started their battle of a lifetime.