NABC Chapter 77 Born or Made
Chapter 77 Born or Made
Knock, knock.
After knocking on the door a couple of times, Jin and the rest of the Karuza High members entered the medical bay.
It was a private one with only two beds occupied.
"Ah, sup~" Ryan waved from the bed; his legs were badly bandaged. "We were cheering you from here."
"Fucking hell, Kiernan!" Nath laughed and sat up on his bed. "You know what you just did? Somehow you got us to the quarterfinals!"
Kiernan wryly smiled and sat down on one of the free chairs.
"How're you doing?" Jin asked the two bed individuals.
"Ah..." Nath showed his bandaged arms. "We've received medicine, but my hands are not in good condition."
"Well, my legs..." Ryan touched his bandaged legs. "I can't walk properly yet, but we're getting there. I guess I can't use my legs in the quarterfinals, but I have other trump cards up my sleeve."
Jin, hearing that, sighed loudly and said, "Right, about that. I had a talk with the medical staff, and they didn't give you two permission to participate in any of the matches anymore."
"What?" Ryan and Nath simultaneously exclaimed in shock.
"W-what the hell does that mean?" Nath asked. "We can't participate in the quarterfinals? That's bullshit!"
"We've fucking fought all the way here, and now that we can finally fight at the big ring, we are not allowed to?!"
Ryan shouted angrily.
He was fuming with his face turning red.
"It's not my call." Jin was equally frustrated. "The tournament organizers don't want a scandal. If you two push yourselves, the damage might become permanent. They don't want that."
"Those cowards!" Nath punched at the bed with his eyes tearing up. "We can finally fight with everyone in New Rakuya watching, but now the opportunity is being taken away from us."
"What does this mean regarding the next match?" Klaus asked. "Will we forfeit?"
"Obviously not." Jin said and crossed his arms as he looked at the two reserve fighters. "We have reserve fighters for a reason. Klaus and Timothy, you will fight in their stead!"
"W-what?!" Klaus exclaimed. "We will fight in the big ring."
Timothy looked very nervous and removed his glasses to rub his eyes.
Their hearts were beating against their chests.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
'The style of assassination.
'I killed so many.'
Kiernan clenched his hands into tight fists.
'Maybe this is the place where I always belonged. A place where my philosophy thrives.'
"Well, hello there."
A voice came from behind him.
Kiernan slid his hands inside his pockets and turned around.
"You have a habit of sneaking behind people?"
"..." Johan looked straight into his gray eyes.
"Was there something you wanted to say to me?" Kiernan asked and leaned against the window behind him.
"Curious about one thing." Johan stepped closer, and it almost looked like he was growing taller.
"About what?"
"Are you also a monster?" Johan tilted his head and looked closely at Kiernan's features. "I can't quite tell."
"A monster?" Kiernan raised an eyebrow. "You must elaborate."
"Were you born as a monster or made into a monster?" Johan asked. "If you tell me the story of how you gained this strength, I will tell you mine."
"What if I don't want to tell?" Kiernan asked. "To a stranger."
"I won't tell anyone." Johan promised and showed his pinky. "Pinky swear?"
"Hah..." Kiernan crossed his arms. "Why do you want to know so much?"
"You've intrigued me." Johan lowered his hand. "I want to know more about you. Your martial arts rank is... pathetic, but your real strength, your martial arts, is powerful. I want to know how you became like this.
"Were you born as a monster, or did you make yourself into one?"
"Sigh..." Kiernan scratched the back of his head. "My story might disappoint you."
"I doubt it." Johan crossed his arms. "Tell me anyway."