Chapter 88: The Birth of the Copy Ninja
"Young man, I heard you've been feeling down lately?"
Jinghang smiled warmly as he twisted open a can of yellow peach preserves, stuck a fork into it, and handed it to Takashi Chiike, whose head was wrapped in bandages like a mummy.
However, Takashi didn't take it. He just kept his head down, silent. Jinghang, feeling a bit awkward, placed the can on the bedside table.
"Sir, please allow me to leave the Secretariat."
Takashi raised his head slowly, his single visible eye filled with despair.
"Don't talk nonsense."
"It's true. I know you promoted me to the Secretariat because of my eyes, but now..."
"Don't cry. Hey, no crying—it'll get infected and ooze pus..."
Jinghang tried to comfort him, feeling a wave of emotion. It was rare these days to find someone so pure.
"Don't underestimate yourself. You did an excellent job in this mission. If it weren't for your surprise attack from above, I might not have made it out alive. You're a capable ninja."
"No, what I mean is... I've lost half my abilities now. I don't think I can serve you well anymore. This position should be given to someone more competent!"