I always thought I was not a disciple worthy of recognition.
Even though I study, practice, and be nice to him every day, as long as he needs it, I would rather go to the sword, go to the sea of fire, or have my skin cramped.
But his eyes never stayed on me. In his eyes, there was only the humiliation and hatred of being wiped out.
In front of him, my efforts seemed so humble. I almost used all the power I had to assist him and help him achieve his goal.
Even if he never cared about me, I would still be willing to pay because my life was his.
Concept: A story about two people protecting each other