Hi you


I was really happy about your Komis, unfortunately I don't have much time.


That's why part two is so short.


Hope you like it anyway


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But he was silent, it wasn't a fearful silence, I couldn't explain it.


He just looked at me with his clear ice blue eyes. There might once have been a laugh in those eyes, But now I only saw sorrow and suffering, but neither hatred nor fear nor suffering, and what worried me most was the pity I found in them.


Time seemed to stand still, face of this picture …….


I slowly lowered the blade.




Even amazed at what kept me from killing him, I sheathed my blade and turned to leave.


Then the stranger's voice rang out, he said only one word


"Iama"


I didn't know what it meant, but I felt that it meant something good.

As naive as I was, I thought that, Iama, would mean something like thank you, as I was wrong.


One last time I turned around and made my way to my men to return home.


And still I keep that word in my head "Iama"


It sounded so strange and yet so familiar, it seemed to me as if I had known him for ages.


Why couldn't I kill him?


So many had died under my hand, why not him.


If I am too weak for my job I don't know.