Sign of the Zodiac: Taurus
Showdown

A week has passed since Bianco's training. During that time as well, there was no meaningful development shown by the young man. Let alone the fist with the strength of a prostitute, the tree that Bianco had beaten for one week was not bent or even cracked at all. Precisely the bones of Bianco fingers that feel destroyed first. The young man had to endure extreme pain plus aches along his back, shoulders to his arms.

Ekhtuya also gradually turned pessimistic. Perhaps Bianco's strength the other day was indeed just a coincidence, an anomaly that triggered living and dying conditions. Humans can sometimes bring out all their abilities when in a state of urgency. Even so Ekthuya also could not bear to throw Bianco back into a bad situation again.

Both are now fully settled in the forest. Bianco no longer had the wealth to pay rent in the suburbs. Ekhtuya also chose to postpone his plan of tracing the slave trade route, because he wanted to ensure the strength of the Bianco first. But now it seems like the plan should continue. Unfortunately, after the chaos they made at the auction house yesterday, the buying and selling activity at that place was temporarily closed, somehow until when.

Not only was Ekhtuya frustrated that all his plans were falling apart, Bianco was beset by a strange emotional problem. Moneyless conditions and a future make Bianco feel insecure. He needs a job and a steady life. It was the difference in needs that finally triggered the dispute between the two of them. Bianco is usually not a young man who likes to argue. But Ekhtuya's lifestyle is too barbaric and irregular. Ekhtuya felt that Bianco was too rigid and inflexible.

“I can't do it anymore,” said Bianco on the tenth day of practicing beating up a tree that to him felt so silly it was.

Ekhtuya took a deep breath that described boredom. “Do you want to complain again?” ask her with a sour face.

Bianco did not answer and simply washed his wound with potable water and then returned to wearing his shirt. This day he was already bare-chested due to the sweat that flooded his body. But now Bianco has decided to stop doing this pointless thing. Whatever he likes Ekhtuya, but he cannot survive just by doing stupid, meaningless activities like this.

“Where are you going?” tanya Ekhtuya came down from a high tree.

Bianco had already walked away from the place without much talking. Even though Ekhtuya continued to follow him and did not stop asking, Bianco still did not respond.

“If you leave me now, don't expect us to see you again!” exclaim Ekhtuya after his patience runs out.

Bianco tried to walk around the city in disguise. The city was still filled with pickpockets, prostitutes and even stinking homeless people. But somehow Bianco misses his old life. He wanted to work in a bar like before. Receive a salary and get a decent meal.

“Hey, aren't you Bianco?” a voice suddenly sounded from behind Bianco's back. The young man hurriedly covered his face with a robe and tried to walk away.

But the man who recognized him immediately grabbed Bianco's arm and clasped him tight. Bianco can't go anywhere.

“Bian, it's me, Andres. You still alive?” that voice now sounded full.

Bianco turned his head and sure enough, he reached out to his coworkers who were looking at him glazed over.

“Bian .. ,” Andres said as he hugged Bianco's body tightly, narrowly crashing his ribs.

“Andres?” bianco was unsure what to do about the situation.

“Let's go to a quieter place. I know your whereabouts must be hidden,” Andres said in a low voice.

The young man then dragged Bianco towards a deserted place in an abandoned market stall. Bianco who was initially hesitant to trust Andres eventually decided to reduce his vigilance. He opened his headgear and faced Andres with more courage.