Why Care About My Hands?
"Are you nuts??" Damien couldn't help but ask her as he ran forward and grabbed her arm since it seemed like she was really serious. This was the first time he was seeing someone being so eager to have their hands cut off.
"Let go of me!" Mira shook off his hand with an irritable look and said, "You can't fool me with your words. I already know you will end up dead if you fight his slave. And you very well know with your death, my Master's heart would break, and she would never be the same. Those cunning enemies of ours might very well use Master's sad state to take advantage and destroy our clan. As her only disciple, I won't sit still and let that happen," Mira vehemently said.
Damien could see that she really was nuts. For the sake of protecting the clan and her Master, she was willing to go to any lengths. He wasn't disappointed that she assumed he would lose since any sane person would expect the same with such a considerable difference in cultivation.