Chapter 13: Trail to the sorrow (below)

Chapter 13 is in the forefront
Upset, dragging the sour and weak body back to Arthur in the dormitory, seeing his roommate Lancelot waiting.
"What's wrong? Is it really fired? What are you going to do in the future?" Lancelot asked worriedly.
"I don't know, I can only look at it." The teenager did not listen to the words of the friends, so he answered absently. His answer was unexpectedly worthy of the number.
"Here." Lancelot pulled out a bag. "This is the money I have saved in the past few years. Although not many, it is enough for you to spend some time. You have to take more care in the future."
Arthur was so wrong that he wanted to understand the reason why Lancelot had given him money, so he categorically refused: "If the money is gone, things are not what you think."
"No?" The blonde boy was confused.
Arthur’s crumpled brow loosened. He paused and said a long-speaking phrase: "No matter what happens in the future, no matter how crazy the world changes - Lancelot, you will always be my best friend."
"How come suddenly to say something like this?" Lancelot was said to be embarrassed. "Is this kind of thing not taken for granted? When you were a child, you were my bad friend. Go on."
Arthur just took Lancelot's hand and calmly said: "Lancelot, in short, please remember that I will remember your friend at any time. One day, when I became the strongest swordsman When I have the power to change the world, I will come to fulfill a wish for you. Going through the fire and not leaving."
"Well, I am looking forward to the coming of that day." Lancelot said this, but he did not expect anything -
Five years ago in the deep winter, Wales, a slum on the square.
The falling snowflakes are smashing, and the two teenagers are isolated from the world.
"Okay, forget it? It’s better to get here today." The blonde teenager looked at the pale teenager and asked eagerly.
"No, go ahead, Lancelot." The pale teenager climbed up from the snow. He wiped the blood and snow from his face. "Lancelot, since you are [the strongest], I am absolutely You can't be weaker than you in a fight. If you can't even win, I can't do anything I can do."
"Ming knows that I am [the strongest], do you want to win me?" The blonde boy asked inexplicably. In his eyes, everything that the other party did was nothing but ignorant stupidity.
This blond boy is the son of Dajianhao. He is talented and handsome, and the whole person is elegant and generous. Although he is only a teenager, his fighting skills have already reached the point of perfection.
The pale teenager in front of him, short and thin, looks unremarkable, and can even be said to be a stupid. Although he is already a teenager, he still has no strength, and he looks so thin that it will fall. He even managed to stabilize the wooden sword for training.
The pale teenager, his thin body, with a chilly winter night, climbed up again and again, trying to challenge the blond boy.
The handsome blond boy, who does not take any weapons in his hand, the attack of this opponent with one hand and the opponent, hit the opponent to the ground again and again. He seems to be laughing at the weakness of the other side, [I can win you with one hand]!
Of course, the blond teenager did not actually laugh at the other side. However, in the pale-hearted teenager's heart, the other party's behavior ignited his great anger. It is this anger that allows him to persist in the cold winter -
It has already started since then, [the weakest] duel [strongest].
The pale teenager said that this blond boy has [the strongest], which is true.
auzw.com For this blond boy, [the strongest] is his talent, [prosperity] is his essence, [unbeaten] is his fate.
As long as it is a single fight, no matter who he plays, he will never lose. No matter what he holds in his hand, or even a small leaf, he can become a horrible weapon of killing.
Ming knows that [absolutely won't win], why is this pale-looking teenager challenging himself again and again? The blonde teenager has been wondering.
(What makes you so desperate?)
Plan, draw! The pale teenagers frequently attacked. His swordsmanship has not yet taken shape, but his technique has been very hot and precise. In order to retain his physical strength to the maximum extent, each shot has finely adjusted the trajectory to remove all unnecessary movements.
Push, push! The blonde boy has a single-handed file, and he is not in a hurry and has a good time. In the face of such an opponent, he does not have to make all efforts.
(What are you carrying? What do you want to get? What do you want to achieve?)
"Hah!" The pale boy, stabbed before the sword.
Push again! The blond teenager, with a horizontal push, flew the opponent's sword. The opponent immediately lost balance and fell forward.
(In the world where this strong man stands, how far do you want to go, such a weak person?!)
"It’s enough. If you go on like this, you will feel it--"
The pale-looking boy who has not completely fallen to the ground, twisted his waist and turned back to a sword!
"--taken!?" The blond boy extended his other hand to block.
The wooden sword was then picked up, separated from the pale juvenile, and rotated several times in the air, obliquely inserted in the snow.
The pale-looking boy also fell into disarray. A terrible landing posture caused his right arm to break. His fragile arm bones couldn't bear their weight, and the bones pierced the flesh from the inside. The blood immediately became red.
"Arthur!!!" The blonde teenager exclaimed and immediately ran to see his friend's injury.
"How, Lancelot?" The pale teenager, still lying in the snow, sneered. "Your boy finally used the other hand."
He has never won. All he got was [fairness], so that his opponent would be fair to him.
The pale teenager and the blonde boy’s duel, in the next five years, a total of 35,427.
The pale-looking boy lost 35,416, and there was only one game in the game.
Destiny has never been fair. The strong, destined to be strong at birth. The weak, also born at the end of the doomed.
Lancelot knows Arthur's weakness better than anyone else, and he knows better than anyone else, Arthur's power.
He looked at the back of Arthur, who was far away, and there was only endless uneasiness in his heart.
Such a small and powerful monster, where are you going?