Bab 324: 50.4 Berserk

Looking at myself, the only thing that my chiseled body showed me was the shvtty rags that passed as a pair of decent underwear in this world. A few scars here and there, but otherwise I had a perfectly athletic body that didn't require me to massage my shoulders every fvcking night after a particularly long day.

But despite all of that, somehow, I was still pissed off and feeling hot as hell!

"ARRGHGH!!!"

"Rouge!"

"Sir Rouge!"

With my hands itching to grab something, I took the closest weapon I could, which was my shortsword in this case, and sprinted out towards nowhere in particular. I had to get this fvcking feeling off me one way or another. I was burning up, and I didn't fvcking like it!