Kuguguguung.

A crushing weight bore down on him.

His knees had hit the ground, his head forced so low that he could only see the floor.

Thud—! Thud—! Thud—!

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, reverberating through his entire body.@@novelbin@@

That was the state Yusa was in.

"Huff… Huff…"

His breathing was ragged.

Each breath sent beads of sweat rolling down his face, dripping onto the ground beneath him.

'What the hell….'

What the hell was happening?

Why was he in this position?

Even now, Yusa couldn’t comprehend the situation.

Why was he kneeling?

Why couldn’t he say a single word?

It made no sense.

Even more so—

Grkkk…!

This sickening, unfamiliar sensation welling up inside him—what was it?

The hunger he had always felt dulled.

Never before had his endless starvation felt so faint.

Was he… not hungry?

No. That wasn’t it.

'This is…'

Something else had settled over his hunger, smothering it completely.

Something dense.

Something crushing.

Something that left no room for anything else.

As he racked his brain, Yusa realized it.

'…Fear?'

His trembling fingers were all the answer he needed.

But—

'That’s impossible.'

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he rejected it outright.

Him? Feeling fear?

Unthinkable.

And—

'Move. Move, damn you.'

Even the fact that he was kneeling like this was impossible.

He was a General.

And yet, he had been forced to his knees by nothing more than a word?

By a mere Moonlit Night Tribe bastard?

'Move!'

Get up.

Tear him apart.

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