Black Badger

My breathing slowly calmed.

As the frequency of my gasps decreased, the flood of memories settled into place. I still hadn't recalled everything, but the memories of my old comrade who had faced my sword remained vividly clear.

Ray.

I wasn't sure if I even had the right to call his name.

Or if I had the right to cry like this.

But the tears wouldn't stop easily, so I wept quietly for a long time before wiping them away again.

He might as well have been killed by my own hand.

I also recalled Lee Seung-hyun, the soldier who had been scouted from Korea. He was someone born with a natural talent for combat.

I remembered being astonished by his skills . . .