Chapter 116
The world was… slow.
That was Rudeus's first impression.
People moved inefficiently.
Guards carried unnecessary tension.
Travelers wasted motion.
"…Everything is imprecise."
Not as criticism.
Just observation.
Bandits appeared by evening.
Predictable.
Sloppy.
"Hand over your—"
They never finished.
Rudeus moved once.
Five bodies hit the ground.
Unconscious.
No excess force.
No wasted motion.
"…So this is normal."