Anno and Creedy's force values are not high, but now, Creedy has a weapon in his hand.
Annuo doesn't know what his thoughts are now.
Perhaps grief and anger have overcome fear.
In the original Verrocchio Studio, all the members were so harmonious and beautiful. Anno naively thought that this kind of beauty could last forever, so he did not choose to leave Verrocchio Studio, but instead
Rejoin as a partner.
But Annuo went away for a year of traveling, and not long after he came back, something like this happened.
He was confused, angry, and more importantly, sad that his hopes were shattered.
He didn't know what to say to someone like Creedy.
Verrocchio lost his sight, and so did everyone.
Creedy was so excited that he pressed on, but a tear fell from Annuo's eyes.
Annuo picked up the wooden stick leaning against the wall and greeted Credy.
Although Creedy was excited, he was still more scared.
The two of them got into a fight awkwardly and rudely.
Although the wooden stick was long, Annuo was a man who had never fought before. After a few minutes of fighting, the stronger Credi directly cut Annuo's arm and threw the wooden stick aside.
Creedy smiled twistedly: "Haha, I always feel that you are omnipotent, Lawrence, you know."
"Although he entered the studio later than us, he was ahead of everyone and earned more than everyone else. Why, why?!" Creedy roared hysterically, "You deserve to die,
You deserve to die! You’re just like Leonardo! Damn it!”
"You shouldn't be alive!" Creedy rushed forward crazily, waving his dagger.
Annuo is not a fool. Although he hates Creedy, he will never just stand still.
However, his long hair, which he took good care of, was dragging him down at this moment.
Creedy grabbed a handful of Anno's hair.
"Uh." Annuo groaned and was forced to stand still.
Creedy, who seized the opportunity, didn't waste any time and swung the dagger directly towards Annuo.
"Stop!" Botticelli finally arrived and shouted.
In desperation, the somewhat desperate Annuo reluctantly kicked on the ground.
The dagger failed.
Black hair was flying in the air, and both Creedy and Annuo were stunned.
Annuo had long hair for four years, but Credi chopped it off, leaving only the length of his shoulder blades.
Annuo looked at the hair that fell on the ground and was flying in the air. He was speechless for a moment, a little dazed, and stood there helplessly.
Credi wanted to swing the knife again, but Botticelli finally rushed over. He was so brave and not afraid of Credi's dagger at all, and kicked Credi in the stomach.
Perhaps out of anger, Botticelli kicked Credi directly against the wall.
Creedy was knocked dry from the kick, and the two accompanying officials quickly controlled Creddy.
"Hey, Laurence! Wake up!" Botticelli shook Anno, who was still stunned.
Blood flowed down Annuo's left hand and onto the ground, already staining the ground red.
In the past few days, I have been running around all day and night, violent mood swings, and now the wounds.
Annuo finally couldn't hold on any longer.
His vision turned black and he fell limply to the ground.
"Hey, Lawrence, cheer up!" Botticelli was startled and quickly hugged the unconscious Anno.