P.O.V - Conan.
*Bam*
I fall over after getting hit in my abdomen.
My sword falls off my hand as I hit the ground.
"Ugh..." I groan as I hold my belly kneeling over.
'Ohhh fuck, that was painful, I've never been hit this hard before, but... Ughhh... I think I can take it...' I think to myself.
"What are you doing Conan!?
Rise!
Will your enemy care that you are in pain?
Push through it, ignore the pain and strike!
Strike until there is nothing left to strike at!!!" The voice of my Master yelling at me.
The man I call my Master, he's not even that older than I am but I believe he is more than qualified to be my Master, no I even feel like I am not qualified to be his disciple.
We were once brothers, he was my big bro but I always saw him as something more and now that we are in this Master-Disciple relationship it feels more right.
Though he always says that I'll remain his little bro no matter what.
He's a beautiful young man who is just four years older than me.
