Wooyun stared back in disbelief.
It was a small cut, barely a nick yet this man acted like it was the end of the world. Did the lightning-qi amplify the pain or something?
"I see no point in living if I can't be beautiful." He muttered as if mourning more than just skin.
"Uh… sorry, I didn't mean to cut you, but I'm sure it'll heal in no time, right?"
"Ugh, what will I do now?" He wailed, his cries now carrying through the courtyard. He got on his knees, dropping his sword along with him.
Wooyun gave him a blank look. "Look, I don't have time to deal with your mental issues right now. Can we please finish this fight?"
The courtyard fell into stunned silence—some still confused, some holding back laughter. Even the instructor looked like he was torn between stepping in or letting this scene run its course.
"No, we cannot. I forfeit." The only thing tn his mind right now was finding an ointment that could heal his cut so it wouldn't leave a scar.
