Chapter 39: Thank You, Hang in There
The Reincarnated Extra
Thank You, Hang in There
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After tossing aside the now powerless and immobile bald man, Master rushes over to me.
Checking quickly over my head, neck, arms, stomach⦠he touches to make sure Iâm not injured, then lets out a deep breath.
Iâm sorry for worrying you, Master.
But, itâs you who worries me more!
You were slashed by that bald guy, werenât you!?
Are you really okay!?
As I stare intently at Masterâs wounded right arm, he demonstrates its functionality by clenching and unclenching his fist several times for me to see, then mutters.
ââ¦â¦No problem.â
And then, he gently pats my head.
âYou did well.â
The moment I hear those words, the tension that had been holding me together snaps.
All the emotions I had been suppressing surge forward, and I canât stop the tears from overflowing.
I was scared.
I was so scared, Master.
But, I was able to fight.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
I did my best.
Sobbing, with tears streaming down my face, Master gently embraces me.
Itâs warmâ¦â¦
Despite the usual lifeless mask created by his unexpressive facial muscles, the fear that had filled my heart somehow vanishes, replaced by a comforting sense of security.
But.
This calm and warm moment didnât last long.
Suddenly, Master pushes me away with a shove.
Huh? What?
Bewildered and landing on my bottom, what I see isâ¦
Master, slashed deeply from the shoulder down in a diagonal cut, collapsing while spraying blood.
âKuhâ¦hahaha!â
From behind, I hear laughter.
Itâs the bald man.
Pierced through the heart by Master, the bald man was still alive.
Lying on the ground, barely breathing, it seemed he was forcibly moving his body with magic, squeezing out his last strength.
âI, I am an apostle⦠You lot, inferior beings, are different, I am chosen, a chosen existenceâ¦!â
Muttering something, the bald man extends his ãMagic Slash Threadã towards me.
âIt must not be! An apostle losing, thatâsâ¦! I, I am the eternal, slaughtererâ
His irritating monologue stops there.
Because the bald man, weakened to the point he could barely use ãBody Strengtheningã, couldnât withstand the ãStone Throwã I launched with all my strength.
His head is blown off, and this time he truly dies.
ãMagic Slash Threadã loses its form and dissipates into mist.
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ââ¦â¦â¦â¦Masterâ
Master lies on the ground, utterly powerless.
The wound is too deepâ¦
I take off my jacket, trying to wrap it around his body like a bandage, but itâs no use.
That wonât stop the bleedingâ¦
âMaster⦠Master, Masterâ¦â
All I could do was mutter like I was talking in my sleep.
The pool of Masterâs blood kept spreading around us.
Masterâs life was fading awayâ¦
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Trembling, my hand was somehow grasped and squeezed by Master, who managed to move his arm.
His hand was rough and large.
The strong hand of my Master.
It was rapidly losing its warmth.
ââ¦â¦Thank⦠you.â
The words that came from Masterâs trembling lips were words of gratitude to me.
â¦Whyâ¦?
Did I do something to deserve Masterâs thanks?
Didnât I just make myself his disciple and cause him nothing but trouble?
Iâve only ever received from Master, I have, I haveâ¦
ââ¦â¦â¦â¦Han, g in, thereâ¦â¦â
With such simple words of encouragement as his last, the strength left Masterâs hand, and he became still.
Gray clouds covering the sky began to drop raindrops.
A lukewarm, summer rain.
Gradually intensifying, it mixed with the pool of blood on the ground, turning into an iron-smelling, reddish-black muddy water flowing somewhere.
Sitting in the pouring rain, I just held Masterâs cold hand, staring at his face.
His face, beaten by the uncaring rain, looking up at the sky,
The expression of my formidable Master, which hardly ever changed, wasâ¦
Despite being slashed, despite the pain and suffering,
A calm, smiling face.
It was a kind, gentle smile, so like Master.