Summary
I mistook the sword for my childhood friend’s and washed the proud prodigy’s lifebound sword of the Heartless Path until it was springy, chewy, and thoroughly seasoned. After learning the truth, I carried the sword on my back and went to beg forgiveness. The young man’s expression was dark and brooding. He took the fragrant sword, inhaled deeply, and got so angry that blood streamed from all seven orifices. Trembling, I apologized. “I’m sorry, I washed…” the wrong one. He cut me off, looking pensive. “So you like me? And you want to propose?” “Fine. Then I’ll go drop out first.”