Dragged Battle

Mountain Master came back to his senses on the chessboard.

He once again started panting. He looked at Sam who is standing on the opposite side with pure horror. He couldn't wrap his head around this feeling. No matter how he thought about it, he is definitely dying, but he is coming back to life again.

"What the fuck is this, you bastard?" He couldn't help but curse out loud at Sam.

The initial grace he had when he offered Sam to be his disciple. The pride that he had when he boasted about his authority and abilities. The aloof disregard that he had when he watched his disappointing disciple died.

None of them are present.

Sam looked at his expression and couldn't feel more familiar. He has seen that expression way too often. In his previous life, this life, he has seen it in so many people.