Those who surrendered without even attempting to resist didn't deserve to call themselves warriors.
Shibazorak had broken a few backs because of that.
He hadn't necessarily wanted to kill them.
He just wanted them to understand that surrendering before a fight was unacceptable.
But that only made things worse.
He wanted a fight.
Instead, he kept finding people who were more interested in surviving than fighting.
"At this rate, I'm going to die from boredom before anyone manages to kill me."
He collapsed onto the sofa again.
There was one exception.
That strange masked man.
Shibazorak's eyes brightened at the memory.
"That guy..."
He grinned.
"Now that was interesting."
Their brief encounter had been far more satisfying than anything he'd experienced recently.
If only he had been able to fight him properly.
"Kuh..."
Shibazorak clicked his tongue.
"If I'd been allowed to test that brat properly..."
He clenched his fist.
