"Actually, from the moment I first met you, I had already resolved to die. All I wanted was to nurture a swordsman of outstanding talent for the dojo, then hand the dojo over to them..." Facing Sogo Doma's exceedingly nuclear-friendly smile, Kotaro Katsura played another magic card—reminiscing about the past. If this were an anime, this move would definitely be a god-tier technique for redeeming a villain!
"Gay, even if you want to reminisce, don't drag me into it, thanks..." Sogo Doma tugged at his leg again. He had realized that unless he completely disregarded the other man's safety and the integrity of his own pant leg, there was no way he could pull his thigh free. The other man's safety could be ignored, but his pant leg... To preserve it, he could only endure. Endure...
But his restraint did not satisfy Kotaro Katsura. "Ordinary people would ask why someone had resolved to die after hearing something like that, right? Aren't you going to ask what happened?"
"Sorry, I'm really not curious about that stuff. Besides, if a perverted married-woman fetishist like you kicked the bucket, countless families might celebrate by dusting off their hats."
"Not a married-woman fetishist—a friend of women! Fine, I can't be bothered to keep you in suspense anymore. Back then, my teacher happened to meet with misfortune..."
"Gay, will you only be satisfied after opening a side quest? Even if you tell me about the past, it won't generate a side quest! Right, I think what you should do most right now is let go of me. This place is pretty secluded, but passersby do come by occasionally. If someone else sees us..."
"Sogo, other people's opinions can't change anything! What you're hearing now is a man's journey through life. Don't you want to peek