The swordsmen closed their eyes as they heard the headless body of their fellow fall to the ground with a loud thud.
They were fellow swordsmen; they followed the same path, but they were still different.
They liked to mind their own business as they treated other swordsmen as their rivals.
Only through battle would they come to know each other, that is, if no one died in the process.
However, in the case of the swordsman, who had just died, they were unbothered by his death as they even forgot about him.
Well, in the first place, they did not know each other, even their names.
All they were aware of was that they were fellow swordsmen.
Now, two of them died against a single man.
'This is not a mere coincidence.
He died just like that, and it was certainly not due to the enemy's luck.'
The swordsman with a long sword thought as he opened his eyes and glanced at Lucas.
Lucas' gashes were slowly closing, and it surprised him.
