I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I looked at Sellen and asked, “How did you know?”

“By his breathing and presence. He was the one who broke the wall, and he wasn’t being attacked or chased. There was nothing beyond the cloud of dust.”

As Sellen finished speaking, the dust settled, revealing she was correct. There was no one beyond the broken wall.

In turn, Sellen asked me, “And you?”

“I know Sir Kayan's muscles well. He has his own particular physique, which he can’t hide, even in a suit.” I nudged the fallen puppet with my foot. “This thing’s pectoral muscles were pathetic.”

“...”

Of course, I had also noticed the concrete debris on Kayan’s gloves and that the blood on his head wasn't from a wound.

But more than any of that, I’d been certain that someone like Kayan, the Collector of Blood and Iron, would never be flustered by a situation like this.

In short, this puppet had been clumsy in more ways than one.