Almost Became a One-Armed Man.
A break with the sect leader? It was an uncomfortable and awkward time, a delicate moment that felt like an eternity, where no one could find the right words to say.
During this short yet long pause, not a single person made a light-hearted joke.
Even I, who was always thinking of ways to tease others, had no clever idea to break the silence.
In this atmosphere of quiet, the color demon occasionally sighed, and we often found ourselves watching his expressions.
He looked troubled, and as the others kept glancing at him, he finally spoke up.
“Sect Leader, may I suggest a method for the duel?”
The sect leader replied, “What is it?”
The color demon unexpectedly said, “Actually, I am quite skilled at rolling in fights. It’s a sort of habit.”
“......”
“It may sound a bit strange, but I don’t see why rolling in a fight is something to be ashamed of. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been in many brawls since I was young, but for me, rolling and crawling is part of fighting. It’s more important to survive by rolling and crawling than to die for the sake of pride.”
I added, “That makes sense.”