"My instincts…"
"Instincts, you said…" The boy looked at the middle-aged man with a speechless look on his face. At first, he thought it was a lie, but seeing the unbothered look in his eyes, he realized one thing.
'This guy… he doesn't care about anything else besides slacking.'
"Hahaha!!!" Just as that thought struck his mind, the boy could not stop himself and started laughing out loud. Wiping the tear from the corner of his eye, he asked, "What is your name, old man? I am sure it's not Black Sword."
"Old man? Me?" The captain stopped in the middle of his yawn, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, surprising the intruder.
He expected the man to jump at him and attack all of a sudden. But instead, the captain simply sighed and scratched the back of his head. "Oh, whatever… I don't remember. I have a very bad memory. I tend to forget things after a short period of time. It has always been like that for a long time."