I'm Going with Dad Too

“Aaaaaaagh!

“Ugh... Please, please spare me!”

One late night.

A small mountain village had been utterly laid waste.

The place was filled with corpses and awash in blood.

In the middle of the village, a young martial artist stood trembling with a sword in hand before a man whose neck had been tied up so he could not sit down.

But for some reason, his face looked as though he were being forced to do something he never wanted to do.

A man's voice came from behind him.

“Go on. Do it.”

“I-I... I can't possibly.”...