Feitan looked down at the dagger that was constantly finding angles in his abdomen. He leaned on the stone and asked, "Hey, let me ask you, do you really like the leader? Or, do you like the leader?"
"Pfft"
"It seems to have been stabbed deep." I didn't pull out the dagger, straightened up, and picked up the notebook: "Can I use telekinesis at my current level?"
Feitan pressed his hand on the wound on the edge of the blade: "Okay."
"Then I'm leaving, Feitan-kun, please control yourself and don't accidentally hurt me." I stayed away from Feitan.
"No, you haven't answered me yet!" Feitan's body materialized into clothes.
I ignored him. After I walked to a place that I had previously calculated would not be affected, the terrifying heat hit my face. The flames did not hurt me, but some of my hair was pulled up. I wrote down the observed data in my notebook.
After the flames extinguished, Feitan walked over from the scorched earth: "Go back! The leader and the others are waiting for us."
"I really don't like Chrollo, but I won't let him die in front of me, because I'm not sure I can meet another possessor of telekinesis similar to him." I looked into Feitan's eyes: "I will definitely not meet him. This is my prediction after meeting him."
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Demining:
1. Don't write about ants, only about games
2. The protagonist is a boy, and there is no love between him and Chrollo. As the text and title say, it is just because of necessity.
Intention: Maintaining the relationship between two people can be pure interests