Robin lay on the ground, his body writhing in pain. His hand instinctively clutched his face, where Adam's earlier blow had landed, while his other arm pressed against his aching stomach.
The sheer force of the attacks left him gasping for air, unable to rise or even speak. Every fiber of his being screamed in agony.
His vision blurred, and his head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. He could feel the warmth of blood trickling down his face, mixing with the dirt beneath him.
Through his barely open eyes, blurred by tears of pain, Robin saw Adam approaching. His steps were measured and deliberate, his face calm yet unreadable.
It dawned on Robin that Adam had no intention of stopping. The realization sent a wave of helplessness through him, though he tried to suppress it. 'Is this how it ends?' he thought, his mind racing with a mix of fear and regret. 'Am I really going to die here, like this?'
Nearby, Sinu remained frozen in place, his wide eyes fixed on the scene before him. His body trembled, as if the sheer tension in the air had paralyzed him.
He wanted to move, to intervene, but fear kept him rooted to the spot, watching helplessly as Adam advanced toward Robin.
Sinu's mind screamed at him to do something, but his legs refused to obey. 'I can't just stand here!' he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. But no matter how much he willed himself to act, he couldn't bring himself to step forward.
Adam stopped just short of Robin, his gaze cold and unwavering as he stared down at his fallen opponent. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
The battlefield was eerily silent, the only sound being Robin's labored breathing and the faint rustle of the wind.
Adam's presence was overwhelming, his calm demeanor making the situation even more terrifying.Robin gritted his teeth, forcing himself to focus. He refused to let his pride crumble before Adam.
Summoning what little strength remained in his battered body, he deliberately opened his eyes wide, ignoring the pain that pulsed through his skull.
Slowly, he moved his hands away from his wounds, fighting through the torment as he attempted to push himself upright.
His arms shook with the effort, and every movement sent sharp jolts of pain through his body, but he refused to give up.
'I won't die lying down,' he thought, his determination burning through the haze of pain.
Seeing this, Adam raised an eyebrow and let a faint smirk play across his lips. "I thought I'd kill you with my sword," Adam said, his voice calm but laced with disdain. "But after seeing your pathetic display of pride, I've decided your filthy blood isn't worthy of staining my blade."
With that, Adam turned and walked toward Robin's fallen sword, lying a few feet away in the dirt. He crouched down, inspecting the weapon before gripping its hilt.
The blade was simple but well-crafted, a testament to Robin's years of training and dedication. Adam ran his fingers along the edge, feeling the weight of the sword in his hand.
It was clear that this weapon had been a part of Robin's identity, a symbol of his strength and pride.
Robin watched him with narrowed eyes, the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto his face.
Despite the pain and the hopelessness of his situation, he felt a strange sense of relief. "At least in my final moments," Robin said, his voice hoarse but steady, "you've shown me this courtesy. I'd rather die by my family's sword than yours. That, at least, is some consolation."
Adam paused mid-step, glancing back at Robin with a flicker of curiosity. His grip on the sword tightened, and for the first time, he hesitated.
Robin, sensing this, locked eyes with him. There was no fear in Robin's gaze, only a quiet acceptance of his fate.
"I know I'm going to die here," Robin said, his tone resolute. "So I have a request."
Adam's expression changed subtly, a mix of surprise and intrigue flashing across his face.
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Robin's words were unexpected, especially from someone who had held onto his pride so fiercely. As a warrior bound by honor, Adam nodded slightly, acknowledging Robin's request.
Robin let out a faint, bitter chuckle. "My name is Robin. I have a younger sister... she's probably about your age. If you ever meet her in the future—and I'm certain you will—tell her this: I'm sorry. Tell her I regret what I did. I was blinded by anger and pride, and I couldn't bring myself to apologize to her face. But here, at the end of my life, I want her to know I'm ashamed of my actions."
Adam stood silent, processing Robin's words. His expression softened slightly, and after a moment, a faint smile touched his lips.
He stepped closer to Robin, holding the sword at his side. The weight of Robin's confession hung in the air, a stark contrast to the violence that had brought them to this moment.
As Adam reached Robin's side, he stood tall, his presence casting a shadow over the fallen warrior.
Robin, despite the pain and the inevitability of his fate, managed a small, genuine smile, the burden of his guilt lifting slightly as he entrusted his final words to Adam. 'At least she'll know,' he thought, his heart aching with regret. 'At least I can make this right, even if it's the last thing I do.'
Adam raised the sword, his movements slow and deliberate. For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
The battlefield was silent, the air heavy with the weight of what was about to happen. Robin closed his eyes, his breathing steady as he prepared for the end.
After listening to Robin’s final words, Adam remained silent, standing still beside the fallen warrior. His gaze was cold and unyielding as he looked down at Robin. Breaking the silence, he spoke in a deep, steady voice. “Do you have any other last wishes?”
Robin, his pride still intact despite his situation, closed his mouth and shook his head. “Just kill me quickly,” he said, his voice a whisper filled with defiance. “Or else, I will—”
Before Robin could finish, Adam swiftly swung the blade in his hand—the same sword that belonged to Robin. In one clean motion, he severed Robin’s head.
The force of the blow sent the head spinning through the air like a rolling ball, before it landed a short distance away. It stopped at the feet of Sinu, who was still frozen in place, his body stiff with fear.
But Adam wasn’t done. With precise control, he tossed the sword into the air, caught it expertly, and drove it back into Robin’s lifeless body.
The blade sank deep into the corpse, its hilt gleaming in the light. The sight was gruesome, a stark reminder of Adam’s ruthlessness.
Sinu, who had already been paralyzed, was now trembling uncontrollably. He was convinced that his own death was imminent.
His knees threatened to give out as he watched Adam finish his work and turn his gaze toward him. Adam’s expression was calm but menacing as he began walking toward Sinu.
Unable to move, Sinu could only stare in wide-eyed panic as Adam closed the distance between them.
When Adam stood directly in front of him, he spoke a single word in a commanding tone. “Unfreeze.”
At once, the spell binding Sinu was broken. His body jerked violently as movement returned to him, and he immediately collapsed onto his knees.
Gasping for breath, he glanced up to see Adam standing next to him, his hand resting on the hilt of his own sword. Though the blade remained sheathed, the mere presence of Adam made Sinu feel utterly powerless.
Adam’s calm yet piercing gaze seemed to bore into Sinu’s very soul. Overwhelmed by fear, Sinu pressed his forehead to the ground and began pleading. “Please spare me! I beg you, don’t kill me!”
Adam’s face twisted in disgust at the sight. He loathed such behavior, especially from someone claiming to be a warrior.
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After a long moment of silence, Adam finally spoke, his voice cold and commanding. “Take his body and his head back to his family. Deliver this message: the first One for All has arrived. Tell them I will wipe out the Sword Clan and every other power that stands in my way.”
Hearing this, Sinu’s fear momentarily gave way to relief. He realized that Adam was sparing his life.
A wave of gratitude washed over him, and he lowered his head once more, his voice trembling with emotion. “Thank you! Thank you so much! I will never forget this mercy.”
Adam, however, found no joy in Sinu’s gratitude. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, his expression hardening. “Get out of my sight,” he snapped. “Quickly.”
Sinu nodded furiously, scrambling to his feet. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small scroll. Unfurling it, he activated its magic.
In an instant, Robin’s severed head and body, still pierced by the sword, glowed with a brilliant white light before dissolving into energy and being absorbed into the scroll.
Sinu worked quickly, repeating the process with the bodies of the other samurai scattered throughout the village.
Each one vanished in a flash of white light, leaving no trace behind.
The air was thick with tension as Sinu moved from one body to the next, his hands shaking as he worked. He could feel Adam’s eyes on him, watching his every move, and it only added to his fear.
Once the task was complete, Sinu wasted no time. He turned and fled, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn’t dare look back, his only thought to escape the village as quickly as possible.
The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty streets, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushed himself to run faster.
As he ran, Sinu’s mind raced with thoughts of what had just happened. 'How could someone be so powerful? How could this boy defeat young master Robin so easily?' The questions swirled in his mind, but there were no answers.
All he knew was that he had to deliver Adam’s message to the Sword Clan. The thought of facing Robin’s family filled him with dread, but he had no choice.
The chapter ended at this point, with Sinu running for his life, the weight of Adam’s message heavy on his shoulders.
The village was silent, the only sound being the fading echo of Sinu’s footsteps as he disappeared into the distance.
Adam stood alone, his expression calm and unreadable, as he prepared for the next step in his plan.