"Ah, man... This is honestly getting painful to watch. You should stop... now."
Hearing those words, Jake's ragged breathing hitched.
With great difficulty, his bloody face struggled to turn toward the tall figure standing behind Julian.
The sun was directly overhead, making it hard to see the man's face clearly, but that voice… he recognized it instantly.
With a weak, relieved smile, Jake murmured before losing consciousness,
"…Henry…"
The tall middle-aged man, Henry, stood casually, one hand still gripping Julian's wrist like it was nothing.
He had a rugged build, messy dark hair and beard, and wore a loose pirate coat with his chest exposed, carrying an easygoing yet sharp aura that didn't match the chaotic battlefield around them.
Henry smiled slightly as he saw Jake lose consciousness, a mix of exasperation in his expression.
'Damn, this bastard is growing so fast.'
