In the entire world, only that thing feels out of place.
That is my hope!
"Make peace... fine, I don't want to fight with you either."
Said the Old Blind Man.
—He spoke these words with almost the greatest willpower to keep himself calm.
I agreed.
No more fighting.
I want nothing.
Let me out.
As long as I can get out, everything is negotiable.
Let me out!!!
"You don't want my brain anymore?"
The voice continued to ask.
"No, that move of yours exceeded my imagination, I bet no race exists that could think of such a sword technique."
"—To be honest, I admit defeat wholeheartedly."
"Let's end this here."
The Old Blind Man said it all in one breath, feeling at last that he had completely opened up.
The voice spoke again:
"Then turn around, walk across the street to the alley opposite, count fifteen steps, and stop."
"Alright."
The Old Blind Man followed the instructions.
He crossed the street, walked into the alley, and took fifteen steps.
Stop.
