Chapter 36: First Crisis (8)
Crunch.
I eat half of the remaining four chocolate bonbons.
“Mmm, it’s tasty.”
“You...!”
He looked at me like he couldn’t even comprehend it—like anger wasn’t enough. Eating something in front of your enemy mid-fight? But for me, this was basically a buff, so I didn’t bother replying and just chewed and swallowed.
Then I took a stance, crouching slightly, and grabbed a piece of broken stone from the ground, wrapping my fingers around it.
“Heh... Old man! Come at me, let’s see what you’ve got!”
[Current Intoxication: 7%]
What comes out of my mouth once this fight is over depends entirely on how I handle things.
Could be the curry I ate at lunch.
Could be my own guts and blood.
If I had to pick, I’d rather not vomit anything up... but judging by how dizzy I feel, there’s a pretty high chance I’ll be flipping a pancake on the floor.