'W-Wait, hold on.' Anon's thoughts churned as his spear began slowing down.
'Aren't I about to stare death in the face? If I'm to attack this senior, wouldn't I be allowing my attackers to grasp the perfect excuse to carry out my assassination?'
'Wait, is this senior also in on it?'
'Is this his true goal?'
'Are my attackers about to assault me in the name of saving him?!' As he thought of this, Anon's spear came to a complete stop.
The murderous aura spilling out of his eyes dispersed immediately.
His spear broke down into mystical tattoos that imprinted themselves onto his hand as he glanced at the pale-skinned youth deeply.
"Hey, why don't we both go our separate ways?" Anon's attitude completely changed in a moment's notice.
"Huh?! Y-Yeah, sure." The second year student unconsciously replied, staring at Anon with a dazed expression.
For some time, the murderous aura that Anon had revealed, and his movements that lacked the slightest hesitation...
