"ARE YOU sure about that commission, Yuno-ya?"
Yuno gulped nervously. "Is it impossible?"
The way Nam Sori was looking at him as if he had gone crazy made him feel like his plan was stupid.
Fortunately, that wasn't the case at all.
Nam Sori suddenly burst out laughing. "Yuno-ya, you didn't really learn anything good in the Lab, did you?"
If someone else had joked about Yuno's time in the Lab, he would have been offended.
But it was Nam Sori— his best friend, and someone who had lost everything in the Death Camp just like when he lost a lot of precious people in the Lab.
In short, the two of them shared a dark chapter of their lives that they could laugh at now.
"To be fair, I learned this trick from the Death Camp," Yuno said, gently patting Nam Sori by the shoulder. "I trust you and your main ability, Sori-ya."
It was Nam Sori's main ability that helped Yuno lead the rebellion at the Death Camp.