However, this time, 'they' chose Losa 11 as their Leader!
Jason paused in his steps.
He turned around.
A piercing coldness flickered behind his mask.
The coldness was like frost.
The piercing intensity like a blade, like a sword.
Losa 11 was a kind fellow.
With no ambitions.
And certainly no ill intentions.
Just someone who wanted to live a steady and peaceful life until old age.
Extremely friendly, without any ulterior motives, simply someone looking for a person to share the burdens of life with.
Like... a friend.
Yes!
Friend!
Whenever he was alone, Jason couldn't help but recall the friends back in his hometown on summer nights, chatting and grilling at roadside stalls, nibbling on skewers, and drinking beer while standing on boxes.
Their conversation topics were never fixed, either joys or worries, sharing their deepest feelings.
