The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

'Get out.'

Into the darkness.

Once again, Piggy found himself in the same environment.

The only difference was that this time Piggy knew it was an illusion.

'...Ah, is this a childhood memory?'

Piggy looked at his younger self and the middle-aged man standing in front of him.

The face was familiar, but strangely unrecognizable, a face that was shrouded in a haze.

'This scum is not my blood.'

A memory from the distant past, one that even Piggy himself couldn't remember, played.

It was the same vision he'd had when he was a freshman at Colosseo Academy, when he'd nearly died during a midterm exam.

'I seem to be unusually good at seeing visions.'