I Don’t Think We Could Win – Part 02

“It’s all you then,” I said.

“Roger that.”

Haruna flipped my immobile body facedown like a judo throw and straddled my lower back as if mounting a horse.

“Atatatatata!”

She rapidly pressed every pressure point from my back up to my neck. It was acupressure, not much different from a normal massage.

It didn’t hurt. Well, I was a zombie, so I didn’t feel pain anyway, but it felt like the stiffness was melting away. If I had one complaint, though…

“Could you stop with the yelling?”

“Atatatatatata! Watah!”

“I said stop with the shouting!”

“Hoooh! Heavenly Splitting Life or Death! You are already dead.”

“Stooop! You just unleashed a secret technique! Stop with the shouting! I mean, you’re not wrong. I’m already dead.”

Shhk.

“Who’s still awake?”

By the time Big Teach came in, everyone was silent, and only my “already dead” echoed through the large room.

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