"I can sense a dark determination inside you. May I ask you for a duel?" the grey-haired stranger asked, hands shaking very subtly.
"A duel?"
It was pretty easy to spot the man’s strange body language, and from it decide to choose his words and actions carefully.
"I’m not much for fighting, sorry."
"But, how else am I to feel the rush of adrenaline, as fear takes hold of my being, the instinct for survival? Only by betting my life against my opponents can I break the boundary of the True Man’s World, only momentarily."
"And if you want to know, there is no certain explanation for the True Man’s World. I guess you can call it a psychological barrier."
"Whoa, hold on. Betting your life? As in fighting to the death? That's crazy! Fighting until one of us admit defeat is one thing, I might have even agreed to it, but a fight where one of us dies? Who in their right mind would accept that kind of challenge from a stranger? How often do you try things like this?"
Even though the man's idea was definitely something Fugo disagreed with, he couldn't help but feel a bit intrigued be the barrier this stranger talked about.














