Turns Out He Is A Boy
Hati

Fred stood before the murder on standby. The assassin was also holding the bottom of the sword. Buses 1, 2, 3 did not all have the same key that Peter was carrying at the moment.

"Go off your sword and dance with me" Fred said with a big smile.

"Well if that's what you want.. It looks like you want to die sooner huh?" the word of the murder took out both of his swords from his place.

"Don't talk like that, as if you knew you'd win against me" Fred said.

Then without further ado the murder floated his sword with lightning fast toward Fred's neck. But Fred quickly reflexively repelled the attack even though it was pushed a little because the killer sword was quite heavy.

It seemed that regardless of the murder that was dealing with Fred was a swordsman. From his posture while swinging the sword, and his horses, like he was a person who was quite experienced in using the sword.

It might be hard for a commoner like Fred to beat the killer. Regardless of how their fight was unbalanced. It could be seen from the weapons they used, because the murder weapon was a sword, of course the sword was superior to a knife.

It's about the distance of the attack, the murder can keep a distance while swinging his sword because the weapon used by Fred is a knife. Close-range weapons, I became even more worried about him if there was going to be the worst possible outcome.

"You don't have to worry about Claude, my friend is a great person" Peter said suddenly.

"Huh?? it was revealed that I was suspicious of your relationship" I said.

"Ah!? fuckin' hell! I was wrong to say. You're also weird. Though you're someone who doesn't care about others, how can you look worried about someone you just met" Peter replies to my embarrassment.

"W-what? I'm not worried about your friend, I'm just.." I said I was out of words because I found out that I was worried about him.

"Haha that's it, because it's all been found out. I'll tell you a little about my friend. Don't worry about him" said Peter.

"What's!? that's all! that's right!" I shouted in annoyance.

"Argh! shut up! we have to go to the next bus. Bus number 6" Peter said, exiting the bus, and heading for bus number 6.

Peter told me to worry about his friend Fred? even if it's not a real name. But I still worry about his safety. Actually why do I feel this way, like I'm not the only one.

I never cared about anyone else, let alone worry like this. But how long will this feeling disappear? I really don't understand the heart. Because it's hard for me to understand, is the heart, and mind so different?.

"You may as well be a child, you can still survive like that even if you look exhausted" the murder said with a grinning grin.

"Haha... Are you worried about me?" ask Fred who made the murder upset.

Srraaaaat! I just heard the sound of a slashed body. What happened to Fred? is he okay?. Why do I always think about his safety! I hate it so much, I'm so angry, I want to kill the killer.

I don't understand why I'm angry and why I hate. Though my anger, and my current hatred for the murder, and also my worry for Fred.

Brums! the sound of the bus that just turned on, "Finally! I finally found the right bus! we're all going home, huhu" Peter cried happily.

The right bus with the key that Peter found was the bus with number 9. But by the way..who can drive a vehicle of this size?. Don't tell me that between the two of them they can use it.

Then Peter walked over all the doors of the bus we were on, and only one door was open. That's the front door on the left side of the bus, but why Peter left the door open.

After that Peter put me in the back seat, and put me to bed. Quickly Peter did all that, he also put all the things in his carry on the seat on the left, after which Peter sat in the driver's seat, and wearing a hat in front of him.

Then he put the bus away, and moved quickly towards Fred. The bus was shaking violently because Peter was driving it madly, thinking that the car he was driving was a sports car.

"My friend! ride on!" said Peter.

Then Peter was surprised that Fred's stomach was stabbed to the ground by the killer. The bus stopped right next to Fred, at the open bus door. Then Fred swiftly kicked with all his might to the killer's stomach until it bounced.

And as quickly as possible Fred immediately ran into the bus, and threw the knife in his hand right at the killer's head. Until finally the murder was stabbed to death with a knife in his head, while his sword was still stuck in Fred's stomach.

"Fred.. your stomach." said I who looked at him with fear. Because it's only the first time I've seen anything like this.

Then Fred quickly pulled out the sword that stuck in his stomach, and let out an incision sound that left me in shock listening to him. Then he took off the clothes he was wearing to bandage the stab wound he had on his stomach.

So that the bleeding is reduced, but strangely Fred does not look the slightest pain. Like not feeling anything, after being stabbed like that, like a normal thing for him. Then we continued our journey to leave this forest, and down this mountain range.

We were finally able to get home safely, but I was still a little worried about Fred. Is he really okay? or he just looks pretty strong in front of us to endure the pain.

But on the other hand, I felt something strange, my heart was warm the moment Fred survived. It feels so relieved, maybe it's the first time I've felt something like this, something I've never felt at all.

In each of my life I have felt something new that I have never felt, or perhaps more precisely the feeling that was lost to my past. It was as if they were teaching me back to remember my feelings that had passed.

Suddenly I remembered a painful word. But I don't remember who said it, it feels so weird. My heart became unsettled as soon as I remembered the words that came to my mind. Those words were, "A heartless human".