Slim stayed in this unfamiliar city, taking a deep breath as the fresh air drifting in from the trees outside the window washed away the scent of blood from his nose.
He didn't like blood.
These words might shock some people if spoken aloud, but it's the truth.
Slim hated blood.
From a very young age, he was afraid of bright red blood, but life always seemed to place it in front of him, forcing him to overcome his fear.
However, after winning the underground fighting championship in the United States, such courage vanished completely.
He won the title of a boxing champion without needing to fight anymore, enjoying the excited cheers of nobles and gamblers from the stage.
A vast amount of money and fame lay before him.
Yet standing on the stage, Slim looked out and found everything so insignificant and dull.
The bright lights fell on the award stage where he stood, while the audience seats were dark, and the cheers seemed to emerge from the depths of Hell.
