My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 725

But Sparrow couldn't remember ever provoking Vulture before he left City B for his mission or when they met again at the hidden base. So why was Vulture making such a fuss? The thought only made him more livid.

Without hesitation, Sparrow ran toward Vulture and landed a solid kick to his backside. Caught off guard, Vulture stumbled forward, tripping over the mutated snake he had been dragging. Unable to regain his balance in time, he crashed face-first into the ground—only to be buried under the very creature he had been hauling.

Now, looking even more miserable than Sparrow had moments ago, Vulture groaned in frustration while Sparrow burst into laughter.

"Serves you right! Kekekeke!" Sparrow cackled, thoroughly enjoying his payback.

The other members of the Winters' group, watching from the sidelines, shook their heads in resignation. The two children were at it again. They couldn't even look away without thinking of how much Sparrow's laugh reminded them of 'Hanamichi Sakuragi from Slam Dunk.'

The group watched for a moment, entertained by the scene, before returning to their own tasks. They left the two to their playful scuffle, offering no further attention.

Even Duke and Kisha couldn't help but sigh, a few lines of frustration marking their faces as they observed how childish their people seemed. The outsiders must have found it hard to take them seriously.

The silver lining was that these newcomers had witnessed how Sparrow and Vulture handled themselves in more serious situations. Kisha couldn't help but hope that their playful antics wouldn't affect her recruitment. 'Hopefully,' she thought, pushing aside her concerns.

"Yes, these are my men, and this is my wife, who leads us," Duke responded, making sure to introduce Kisha first. He wanted to ensure everyone understood her role within their group and make it clear that she shouldn't be underestimated, regardless of her beauty or how harmless she might appear.

This was also his way of asserting her political strength early on, signaling that everyone should be on their best behavior around her.

Dracon, recognizing the implication in Duke's words, gave Kisha a more thoughtful look and nodded. The girl still clinging to his arm seemed hesitant for a moment but then extended her hand toward Kisha, her smile bright and cheerful. "Miss, thank you so much for saving me earlier. If it weren't for you, my brother would have been mourning over my body by now," she said playfully, her eyes free of wariness and filled with trust.

Before Kisha could respond, her so-called brother swiftly swatted her on the back of the head. "Ah! You're such a brute! How could you hit your little sister?" she exclaimed, pouting with mock indignation.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to Kisha, rushing into her embrace without thinking, forgetting for a moment that she was still covered in partially dried blood. A few streaks of it smeared onto Kisha's clothes as she wrapped her arms around the girl.

"Abby!" Dracon exclaimed, his face turning incredulous as he watched his sister leap into Kisha's arms. Kisha, caught off guard, instinctively opened her arms to catch the girl, but then flinched.

Aside from Duke and her family, no one had ever gotten this close to her physically—she was always careful to keep her distance from others. But the girl had dashed into her embrace without warning, leaving Kisha stiff and unsure of how to react.

Duke, too, noticed the sudden hug and saw Kisha's discomfort. Fortunately, Dracon was quick to read the situation. He stepped forward and grabbed his sister by the collar, yanking her back to his side. "I apologize," he said seriously, his gaze turning to Abby. "Please forgive my sister; she's young and doesn't always know how to behave."