As Long as Master Says the Word, Your Disciple Will Do Anything

As a hard-working office drone, I’d finally made it to a short holiday.

Before I could even begin to savor it, I kicked the bucket. Ah... what the...?

So this is what being reborn is like? Am I looking for a toilet in a dream or something???

If I could do it all over again, I’d choose immortality!

“Master... please don’t kill me. Sob, sob.”

“Master, please let me go...”

“Master!! No!!!”

What’s the point of cultivating immortality? Is all that desperate training for the sake of eternal life?

If death is painful, then watching your beloved die before your eyes is a thousand, ten thousand times worse. If this is how it ends, then I choose...

A scruffy, unkempt, loyal-dog-type disciple + an elegant, aloof, powerful, and perceptive master. What kind of story will unfold between them~

Even if no one likes it,

I’ll finish telling my story.

Writing this for love!