The scythe that the grim reaper swung around so effortlessly and elegantly was actually pretty heavy.
So heavy that Akira couldn't even lift it properly without his arms starting to tremble.
For a few seconds, Zaelek stood there and watched the man struggle, finding the sight pretty amusing.
"Take it back! Take it back!" Akira desperately shouted, feeling as if the scythe could fall on him because of the weight and crush him in the process.
"I thought you wanted it," Zaelek teased but still helped the man, regardless.
When that weight was taken away, Akira could finally breathe in peace.
"How do you feel now? Are you ready to deal with the trash or do you need another weapon?"
Akira glared at the man as he heard this but without arguing about anything, simply spoke, "I'll find a way to deal with him."