Pain!
His nerves felt as though they were being pressed against a white-hot piece of iron, his brain sizzling with scalding white smoke. The burning iron rolled all the way from his cranial nerves through his entire body, searing his heart.
Noda Hisashi looked at the fallen figure not far away. Even in the dim basement, the fresh blood was so blindingly crimson it felt as though it would pierce his eyes. Tears and snot instantly flooded Noda Hisashi's face as he frantically screamed his cousin's name.
The eighth-grade-syndrome teenager no longer uttered a single word about how "a real man" should act.
Chapter 249