Caesar and Fuma Kotaro climbed panting into the helicopter's cabin. Caesar tossed Uesugi Etsu onto a nearby seat and panted heavily, as if his lungs had a hole blown through them. It wasn't that Caesar didn't want to be gentle with Master Uesugi, the hero of this battle, but his physical strength no longer allowed him to handle a more-than-one-hundred-jin ramen-selling uncle with delicate care. If he had been any slower, Caesar would have feared that before the man even climbed through the door, he would lose his grip on the rope ladder and fall out of the aircraft alongside Uesugi Etsu.
"Thank you," Fuma Kotaro bowed to Caesar. "Not just in my own name as Fuma Kotaro, but in the name of the Fuma Family Head."
Fuma Kotaro's expression of gratitude was deeply sincere. After all, in the final moments when the "Black Sun" went out of control, everyone was preparing to evacuate. The pine tree anchoring the grappling hook had toppled over, and the steel cable in Fuma Kotaro's hands had instantly lost its point of tension. If Caesar hadn't turned back and reached out to grab the rope with all his might, Fuma Kotaro and Uesugi Etsu would have been swept away by the raging storm together. Caesar's action was also extremely dangerous; at that split second, he himself was very likely to be caught in the storm, yet he still did it without a moment's hesitation. This filled Fuma Kotaro with heartfelt admiration for the young man.
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