"Are your injuries all healed?" a brown-skinned woman in her early twenties asked with concern. She was Naja, the one Miso had mentioned.
"My… my injuries are all healed." Miso blushed, earning a round of teasing from the villagers that made Naja a bit embarrassed as well.
"Everyone, please stop praising me. I was just doing my part."
Miso said earnestly, "The villagers are all good people, so I will make sure to protect everyone!"
The relocation soon began. Miso took one last look at the empty village, then turned and followed the other villagers.
'He had already decided: once the village finished relocating, he would tell everyone the truth.'
"Miso, what's that you're carrying on your back?" the village chief's granddaughter asked curiously, pointing at his back.
"This? Oh, this. It's a Weapon my benefactor gave me."
Miso patted the automatic rifle on his back.
