Reveal X's Gen

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The sound of a branch breaking from being stepped on became clearer, someone had approached it. Len wanted to run away but the damn arrow made him not want to leave a trail of blood dripping on the leaves that fell on the ground. "It hurts... shh, it's the first time I've been shot, I should have just been careful." Len finally tried to sit up with all his strength, he dragged his body to lean against a tree.

The wig she was wearing was loose and almost untied, she didn't really care about that. All he wanted was a way to let go of these arrows and return home. If you stay out too long, Clar will be suspicious and can stop him from leaving the house. No, Len doesn't want that to happen.

"Oh my gosh, it turns out I shot someone." His gaze at Len was like shooting at the wrong target—even though it was true. He put his bow to his back and looked back at Len's face which he felt was almost on par with his. "... uh, why are we the same age? Are you a werewolf? Why do we look a little different?"

Len opened his eyes which had narrowed, he tried to see the person who was now in front of him who was the one who had shot an arrow that hit his shoulder. His initial vision was quite blurry, coupled with the lack of sunlight there, he had to sharpen his sense of sight. A boy carrying his bag and bow, looked at Len in surprise. Question after question kept being asked without realizing that Len had started to bleed a lot because of the boy's actions.

"Eung .." Len rolled up slowly, he came back almost closed his eyes and with all his might to keep his consciousness awake. "I..."

"Ah, I have to help you. Wait a minute!" The boy realized because of his carelessness, he did not immediately help earlier and instead asked a lot. As soon as possible he helped to position Len correctly first.

"N-don't .. tell .. if you have shot me, I'm human ..," said Len in answer to the second question. "I..I am not - wolf. I .. manu .. useless .."

"Okay, okay I understand," replied the boy. "Previously, turn your body because I will pull out the arrow that stuck in the shoulder. It will be very painful, endure the pain, don't scream because my father is hunting too. One more thing, don't let your consciousness disappear. Okay?"

"Okay."

Len turned around according to the boy's orders. In one long breath, the boy tightly pulled out the arrow that was stuck in Len's body. Len was biting his own tongue because it felt so crushed when pulled out in one tight tug.

So goosebumps when the boy looked at the arrow with blood on it, the blood of a human. Not another living being like the animal he was used to hunting.

"I'll treat the existing wound first."

The rubbing alcohol in the cotton began to be rubbed on the wound, and Len's quiet scream accidentally escaped.