Even the Air Smelled Sweet When You Had Money! What Do You Mean My Money Was Confiscated?

Neji lay on the ground with Gua's foot on his chest. First he froze, then he roared at Gua in fury.

"Aah-!"

"Get off me!"

"Let's go again!"

Gua chuckled.

"You think you're worthy? A genius? What kind of genius are you?"

Neji froze for a moment, then slumped back down as though his spine had been ripped out.

"I'm not..."

Neji's voice trembled a little.

"That's right. You're not." Gua repeated his conclusion in agreement.

Neji gave a hollow chuckle, then tears rolled down his expressionless face.

"You can feel that fate has treated you unfairly. You can fight back. You can even get on your knees and beg fate to let you off, or ask that man inside, your clan head, to let you off.

Whatever you choose, I can accept it.

But that's no reason to hate other people. Of course, you're free to hate them, and I have no right to interfere with your freedom."

Gua pressed his foot down on Neji a little harder.

"But trampling you underfoot is my freedom too. You have no right to interfere with mine either.

Unless, one day, you become strong enough to trample me underfoot-and fate along with me."

"But... that day will never come, because...

You're no genius!"

As Gua delivered those final words, he slowly lifted his foot off Neji's chest. Without giving Neji another glance, he turned and walked away.

He had taken their money, so helping them teach their kid a lesson was fair enough.

With anyone else, Gua would have beaten them up. If they refused to accept it, he would beat them again. Still refused? Another beating...

He had wasted so much breath this time. He would need a couple extra pots of water when he got home.

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