Silence.
Pin drop silence.
Head drop silence.
Everyone was looking at only one spot on the ground.
On that spot a headless dead body and a head laid. And beside these, an alive boy laid with his face kissing the ground.
Everyone had no words to say as they believed they saw something straight out of fiction.
A thirteen year old boy, no, a man, with no Ego, with no skills, with no knowledge, killed a serial killer criminal.
The name of this man was Bush and no matter how they saw it, they had to respect the outcome. The Slave outdid himself.
That's why, from the stage on the ground…
CLAP!
The sound of claps came.
Only one person was on the stage so everyone knew who would be clapping.
Pablo Castillo—The Second Marshal of the Abyssal Butchers division.
If this man clapped for someone then surely that someone had done something worthwhile.
That's why following Pablo…
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
Each hand clapped.
Each and everyone clapped for the slave.
