"Ha, is that important?" Lying on the ground, she tilted her head and glanced at Jiu Ming sitting beside her. She noticed that Jiu Ming was pulling back his sleeve and staring at his arm. It was covered in many strange cracks. How odd—someone whose heart could be pierced and limbs severed without suffering the slightest harm now had these strange fissures that were so difficult to heal?
"No, I'm just curious. You clearly knew you couldn't win. You shouldn't be stupid enough to charge in brainlessly, right?" Jiu Ming looked at the crack on his arm, which had spread a little further, and tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Even if your chest really is huge..."
"..." Was he taking a roundabout way to call her big-chested and brainless?
"Heh. You could've won right away, yet you dragged things out for so long. What were you thinking?" Esdeath asked with a soft laugh.
"Ah~? Yeah, what was I thinking?" Jiu Ming scratched his head and pulled down his sleeve. "Probably wanted to leave some room."
"Room?"
Esdeath's eyes shifted slightly, and she let out a strange laugh. "Room? Letting your opponent feel like they can fight you for a while, making them think the gap between you isn't as great as they imagined? Don't you think that's mockery toward your opponent?" "I fought with the determination to kill you."
"Clearly, you can't kill me."
"...Forget it." Esdeath stared at Jiu Ming for a while, then gently exhaled. "You're stronger than me, so I can only say that as the one to be killed and eaten, I lost."
"You're not going to keep fighting, are you?"
"You really talk too much." Esdeath rolled her eyes at Jiu Ming and closed them, refusing to look at him any longer. Right