Chapter 15: Shadows of the Past
Spring Vile Street – Simon vs. Chronly
Simon's body ached.
The poison was kicking in hard.
His movements were sluggish.
His mind was blurry.
And Chronly—
Chronly looked completely fine.
Damn it… how do I beat someone who already knows what I'll do?
Chronly yawned, rolling his shoulders.
"Man, this is nostalgic, huh?"
Simon didn't respond, just kept his stance.
Chronly smirked.
"You remember our assassin days, don't ya?"
Simon's eyes darkened.
Chronly kept talking, his voice playful yet filled with something dangerous.
"The best killer duo in assassin history. No one could match us. No one was faster. No one was smarter."
He grinned.
"We were legends, Simon."
Simon exhaled sharply.
Then—
"Shut up."
Chronly raised an eyebrow.
Simon's eyes were sharp. Focused.
"Future Sight… that wasn't your ability back then."
Chronly blinked.
Simon took a step forward.
"You only had telekinesis."
The smirk on Chronly's face didn't change, but his fingers twitched slightly.
Simon's voice was firm.
"How the hell did you get another ability?"
Silence.
Chronly tilted his head.
Then, suddenly—
SHNK!
More knives flew toward Simon.
Simon dodged.
But—
FWIP—
They turned in mid-air.
Coming from behind.
Simon's eyes widened.
SHNK! SHNK! SHNK!
Three knives pierced his back.
Blood dripped.
His knees nearly buckled.
Chronly sighed, shaking his head.
"You talk too much, Simon."
Simon clenched his teeth.
His body was failing him.
He was too slow.
He was too weak in this state.
Chronly took a step forward—
Then—
His phone rang.
Simon, still breathing heavily, watched him carefully.
Chronly glanced at the caller ID.
And for the first time…
His playful smirk vanished.
He picked up.
No details.
No words spoken.
But whatever was said…
It made Chronly's face darken.
His cheerful demeanor faded.
His grip on his phone tightened.
Then—
Without another word, he turned around.
"Well… duty calls."
Simon just watched.
Chronly raised a hand, waving without looking back.
"See ya, Simon."
And just like that—
He was gone.
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Ocean Side – Katsu's Victory… Barely
The sun was setting.
Waves gently crashed against the shore.
Simon, still injured, walked slowly.
His body ached.
His mind spun.
But then—
He saw him.
Katsu.
Lying unconscious in the sand.
Soaked.
Bruised.
Exhausted.
But—
In his hand—
The golden chest.
Simon stood over him.
Then, he chuckled.
He knelt down, picking up Katsu's limp body.
"You actually pulled it off, huh?"
He shook his head, smiling faintly.
"Guess I can't call you a total weakling anymore."
The waves rolled in.
The wind whispered.
And Simon—carrying Katsu—walked away from the shore.
Their mission was complete.