Hunting The Creator

Feeling 1.1

The miserable looking teens were all pummeled and unconscious, the dark roudy night seemed to finally quiet down. The moon shined high in the sky, illuminating what it could, but was hidden slightly by a passing cloud. A bundle in the center was now getting up, small grunts sounded as Junichi started to pat down his worn and dirty clothes. The men could hear him wheezing and in pain but didn't do anything and kept watch. Junichi knelt down a bit to catch his breath, he held his side, a piercing pain was there. His entire body must be riddled with bruises now, he spoke under his breath.

"So no missions then?" Her grunted under his breath, sucking in a sharp pain when he began to walk. "They broke a rib."

[Dying without regrets, the body had no missions to make his life better, he wouldn't change a single thing master.] The system reminded.

Tachino looked at the young boy who's dark black hair hung over his features, the boy turned his head and spat a mouth full of blood at the boss of t