Xiang An straightened up and looked Xiang Yu in the eyes.
There was accusation in his gaze.
"Denial? Evasion?" Xiang Yu frowned slightly. "I'm only reminding you not to forget your duty, Type One."
"So refusing to abandon your duty means abandoning your family? Or does your rationality tell you this is all just child's play?" This time, Xiang An truly seized Xiang Yu by the shoulders, questioning him word by word.
"Along the way, you've kept repeating 'duty.' Does this so-called duty let you cast everything aside?" Xiang An glared fiercely.
"Kuaiji Type Zero?"
"I don't intend to give up anything. I just think that when you weighed life against duty, you got something wrong." Xiang Yu narrowed his eyes. A trace of danger radiated from him as he grabbed Xiang An's wrist in return. "Are you planning to throw away the wishes and expectations of the two leaders?"
"Kuaiji Type One?"
Neither machine spoke again. They merely stood there, silently straining against each other, their imposing auras stirring the dust from the ground around them.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiang An suddenly released his grip, and both brothers staggered backward.
"Whether it's the duty of bringing peace to the realm or my feelings for my family, I won't give up either." Xiang An rubbed the wrist Xiang Yu had squeezed slightly swollen, his voice trembling.
He was furious now, overwhelmed by emotion, but he knew that was his elder brother—Kuaiji Type Zero, Xiang Yu. There had been nothing wrong with the question he had raised.
".Me too." Xiang Yu brushed his shoulder with the back of his hand and said casually.
Xiang An gave Xiang Yu a long, hard look, said nothing more, and turned toward the military camp.
Xiang Yu watched Xiang An leave for