EJIMA
“I took away your bow during the selection day. I wanted you to run home like a crybaby. But instead, you are a stubborn fly that follows the corpse to the grave, you have remained. Well, here we are, at the brink of history. There is no other way.”
Ejima shook her head. Why had she fallen for this? Who beget her this foolishness? Who cut her nose and gave her a rose to smell? She should have known all along that salutation was not love. They had fed her with an arrow, coated with the grace of love. She should have listened to the still voice at the back of her head.
“There is no other way,” Uche repeated “You can’t fight me. I am the greatest warrior in the land, fighting me would be useles
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