Chapter 99: What did you learn?
"Hey, mind backing off? I really don’t like sharp stuff."
Despite the position he was in, Dante felt elated. He somehow held his ground against a Level 2 opponent. Even when holding back, the furry bastard was strong. Too strong. He was skilled, too. Still, not only was Dante able to withstand the onslaught of blows the hero threw at him, but he was also able to land a few of his own. What else should he feel at this moment if not an extreme sense of accomplishment?
It has been a while since he had a proper hand-to-hand fight. He was afraid that his skills had rusted, having spent less and less time practicing over the past two years. Thankfully, the skills that old man engraved in his body were still there, and with some fear and a lot of adrenaline, Dante was able to bring them out as if he hadn’t neglected a single day of exercise.
"You... you give up?" For some reason, the hero still struggled to grasp the situation.
"Those ears aren’t a decoration, right?" Dante asked. "I said I give up. You won. How about you take your claws off of me?"
"O-oh... sure..."
The furry hero backed away and cleared his throat. Then, as if remembering something, he reached behind him and took out a certain object.
"In that case, please turn around and place your hands behind your back."
Werewolf held a pair of handcuffs up, a complicated look on his face. Dante stared at them for a moment, then turned to the hero, the corners of his mouth taking a dive.
"Why?"
The one-word question was so bizarre it added to the confusion of the hero, and for a moment there, he had to ask himself why he was doing what he was doing. He retreated into his thoughts for a moment and did his best to organize them, then, as if he had just recalled, his eyes shot wide open then turned into a glare.