"So young and yet you can't even beat a bunch of old folks? Maybe your kidneys are weak?"
"Hey! That's not a joke to make!"
Feeling underestimated, Brother Cat felt his fighting spirit surge once more. He stepped with a thunderous sound, as if walking on the wind, charging with his sword towards the head of the Evil God.
He relished the competition and confrontation.
Especially when fighting alongside the one he admired, even though he had no idea how many times he'd need to win against her for their destinies to truly intertwine. But perhaps this question didn't require much serious thought.
To walk with the tiger, one must first discard the ordinary step-by-step way of life, like two clouds starting a new life unrestrained, anticipating the day they finally merge.
