Golden Flash said calmly, "Now you've truly seen the limit of speed, haven't you?"
He reached out and pulled the purple scarf from Sonic's neck.
Only then did Sonic realize that, at some point, the scarf had been cut in two.
Worse still, he hadn't noticed a thing.
Golden Flash's swordsmanship had reached such a level that he had severed the scarf without leaving so much as a scratch on Sonic.
Sonic's face darkened.
Golden Flash could clearly have killed him, yet he hadn't.
Golden Flash looked at the purple scarf in his hand. "If you hate me so much, why can't you let go of things like this?"
"If I remember correctly, I gave this to you for your sixteenth birthday."
Sonic trembled slightly, though whether from anger or something else was hard to tell.
His voice, however, sounded deliberately indifferent. "Oh? I'd forgotten all about it. You still remember?"
Golden Flash said calmly, "If you truly don't remember, that's for the best."
"Why didn't you kill me with your sword?" Sonic asked.
"Why do you always want me to kill you?" For once, a trace of impatience showed in Golden Flash's voice.
"I don't want to see you die by my sword. I didn't then, and I don't now."
With that, Golden Flash turned and walked away, leaving Sonic standing there in a daze.
At last, he had received an evasive answer to the question that had troubled him for years.
You didn't want to see me die by your sword?
So you poisoned me instead?
As Sonic recalled everything that had happened back then, a glimmer of understanding crossed his face.
Golden Flash's answer seemed contradictory, but Sonic was beginning to grasp why he had done it.
Before the graduation test, Golden Flash had seen through Sonic's