Frey's Choice

Leo was good stuff. It could make cunning people loyal, weak people brave, and even make Frey change his mind.

His hand suddenly flickered, sweeping toward the Leo in the girl's hand at a speed almost too fast for the naked eye to see. This was the Black Hand Boss's signature skill, and the origin of his title, "Black Hand."

Human eyes had their limits. As long as you moved fast enough, even if you took something right in front of someone, they would never notice.

The Black Hand Boss had never taught this move to anyone. Frey had learned it on his own. He could always see things others could not, and over time, he memorized the Black Hand Boss's movements. After some experimentation of his own, he learned the technique.

Unfortunately, this move had not saved the Black Hand Boss's life. At his execution, the Black Hand Boss had reached for the bullet, but failed to catch it—the bullet was too fast. Even the "Black Hand" was no match for it.

Frey's move had never failed before, but this time, he grabbed nothing but air.

The girl's movements were incredibly swift. There was clearly no technique involved, yet she was absurdly fast.

Frey froze, then gasped softly, "A-A Transcendent!"

The girl raised a brow. "Why do you think I'm a Transcendent?"

"The Black Hand Boss said that only Transcendents could dodge the 'Black Hand.' Oh, and bullets too, probably."

The girl smiled faintly. "You're quite clever. Unfortunately, those skills of yours won't be much help to us. Go on. We don't need a guide."

Frey's heart pounded. The girl had not denied it, which meant she really was one of those legendary Transcendents?

The Northern Territory was different from White Crow. People here rarely had the chance to