The first time I met Left Shore, I just knew he was a good person. Why? Simple. My master and the elder monsters of the Assassin Alliance are all good people, and Left Shore is just like those old monsters—so of course, he must be good too.
After sparring with him again and again, I became even more sure that Left Shore was a good person.
Left Shore would hit me, but he’d never cripple me. He always picked the painful spots, so I’d remember the lesson but wouldn’t be seriously hurt.
Left Shore would trick me, but he never once put my life in danger. He claims to be cold-blooded and merciless, killing without blinking, but in reality, he’s the softest hearted of all.
And after beating me, Left Shore would even tell me how to get stronger. In the Assassin Alliance, everyone lifts me up, but no one ever shares their training methods—except Left Shore.
Every time I lost, I’d head to the training grounds to practice with Left Shore. He’d slow down his own training just to help me keep up.
Honestly, all these years, Left Shore has always crushed me in our fights, but these have also been the years I’ve improved the fastest. Thanks to his guidance, I became the Assassin Alliance’s undisputed number two expert.
Not that any of this matters to me—I've always believed I'm second only to Left Shore. Titles and rankings? I don’t really get those.
But more than anything, what moves me most is that Left Shore can always find me when I get lost. I’ve known since I was a kid that my sense of direction is hopeless—every direction looks the same to me. I get lost all the time, even inside the Assassin Alliance, and it’s even worse outside.
My very first assassination mission—I got lost. I wandered through a wild forest for months. The Assassin Alliance searched for me for months too, but still couldn’t find me. In the end, it was Left Shore who found me.
That was when I knew Left Shore would be my lifelong good brother—because he understands me. When nobody else could find me, only Left Shore could, and that’s just the best.
After that, I stopped worrying about getting lost. Left Shore would always find me, anyway.
Left Shore’s tongue is sharp as a blade. More than once, he’s made me so mad I could jump, but when I learned from the elder monsters that he secretly protected me for a whole year, I stopped being angry about his poisonous mouth.
I just know Left Shore is all sharp tongue, soft heart—the best person in the world, my lifelong good brother. I could give up chasing every top courtesan in the Nine Provinces, but I could never lose Left Shore as my brother.
So when I heard Left Shore was being hunted for assassinating the Lyndaria general and even got abandoned by the Alliance, I didn’t hesitate to lose my temper. No matter how I begged or threatened, the masters wouldn’t help, so I just smashed up the Assassin Alliance myself.
That’s right—I smashed it. I set the Assassin Alliance’s main hall on fire.
Hmph! If anyone dares make me unhappy, I’ll make sure the whole world’s unhappy. Let’s see who’s really afraid of who.
If the Assassin Alliance wouldn’t look after Left Shore, I would.
Left Shore’s saved me so many times—if it weren’t for him, I’d have died lost, starved, fallen, or choked at dinner ages ago. He’s rescued me again and again; how could I just stand by when he’s in trouble?
But...
Only when I actually went out to look for Left Shore did I realize finding someone isn’t so easy.
First off, I had no idea where Left Shore even was.
Honestly, I don’t even know how to read a map.
Waaah, this time I finally understood how hard it is for Left Shore to find me. He’s incredible—just searching for him once gave me a splitting headache, but him?
He’s come out looking for me hundreds, maybe thousands of times.
"Left Shore, I told you you’re the best. You’re so good to me. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely find you, and I’ll get the elder monsters to help too. If they won’t, I’ll burn down the Assassin Alliance again."
Hard to find or not, I was determined to look. I was sure Left Shore needed me now, just like I always needed him to come find me whenever I got lost.
Finding people is a real skill, and I’m honestly terrible at it. I wandered around for three or four months, circling the same little town over and over. I didn’t notice, but the elder monsters of the Assassin Alliance were nearly crying watching me.
Good thing Left Shore didn’t wait for me to rescue him—if he had, by the time I found him, his grave would’ve grown grass.
I’m honestly hopeless, and the elder monsters of the Assassin Alliance just couldn’t take it anymore. They couldn’t help Left Shore since he’d broken the rules, but secretly helping me was fine—otherwise, if I stayed in that town forever, the locals would’ve been in tears.
With the elder monsters of the Assassin Alliance secretly helping, I finally managed to leave that town. Guided by their hints, I followed the clues and found Left Shore.
When I found Left Shore, he was lying lifeless in a pool of blood, eyes rolled back, not moving at all—he looked just like a corpse.
I was instantly terrified, convinced I’d come too late and it was my fault Left Shore was hurt.
Luckily, it turned out Left Shore wasn’t dead. That made me flip right around and insist I’d arrived just in time to save him, and Left Shore absolutely ought to be grateful to me.
Left Shore’s response? He beat me up so badly I couldn’t show my face for seven days—because he aimed for my face every time.
While Left Shore was recovering, I was the one taking care of him. Well, that’s not quite right—Left Shore, the wounded guy, had to look after himself and also take care of me.
But every time I talk about this, I get teary-eyed. Left Shore is just impossible to serve—I’ve never met anyone so picky.
Water can’t be too hot, can’t be too cold.
Roast meat can’t be burnt, can’t be raw.
Worst of all, clothes—why do they have to be changed every day? Can’t you just turn them inside out and wear them again?
Left Shore really is the worst. I’m convinced he’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met, and I’m definitely the kindest.
Even with Left Shore being so picky, I still stuck by his side without giving up. I’m amazing—I even moved myself to tears.
I’m convinced I’m the one who treats Left Shore best. He really ought to fall to his knees and praise my greatness and nobility. But...
When I said that out loud, Left Shore just knocked me on the head with his sword, chasing me all over the place.
Waaah... I was wrong. Left Shore isn’t a good person at all. He’s a bad guy. At least he’s not as good to me as Serena Feng is.
Serena Feng is truly good to me. Even when I offend Prince Nolan, Serena Feng will always stand by me and protect me.
But every time I make Feng Jin cry, Left Shore never takes my side or says I’m right—he just whacks me with his sword hilt.
It really hurts.
Left Shore hits hard—every time, I end up with a huge bump on my forehead.
It’s so embarrassing.
How am I supposed to go chase courtesans looking like this?
Am I supposed to wait till I’m old and gray to try the whole 'pear blossom pressing the begonia' act?
Waaah...
No way!
Smack—the sword hilt comes down.
Ow—another huge bump on my head.
That’s it for Left Shore and me—selling fake romance isn’t right!