When the knife came down, I didn't hide. Flesh coated the blade, and blood seeped out from between the fingers. It hurt, but I didn't let go.
My name is Zhao Lei. A student in the Class B, tempered, useless class. The most insignificant person in the entire academy.
They say abilities are talents, gifts. Later I found out that it was a curse. All the awakened ones are counting down and burning their lives. Some people harvest them and extract the "erosive substances" from their bodies, like squeezing juice.
They said I was trash. Until I caught the knife. Not with power, but with hands. The hands are fleshy. The flesh is long enough to catch the knife.
Someone asked me: What are your abilities? I reached out my hand. There is nothing on my hands, they are bare and clean. "In the past, it was hard. When it was hard, it was smashed, and then it was broken. Then it was protecting, standing, supporting, catching, etc. It is no longer the case."
"What's that?"
"It's the hand. The hand is made of flesh. The flesh can also plant flowers, repair lamps, wait for people. It can also catch knives."
This is the story of an ordinary person catching a knife. This is a story about "not loose". The flowers are blooming, just keep them open. The knife is coming, just catch it.
