Garou Ga Kill

Chapter 38 Dumbfounded

Akame spent the night watching Garou as he meditated in silence. She remained curled up

against the cave wall, too exhausted to move yet too restless to sleep. The flickering fire cast

shifting shadows across the cave, making his unmoving figure seem even more unnatural. His

presence was suffocating-not because he did anything, but because of what he represented.

The man who had caused her and her friends so much trouble and pain sat there, still and at

peace, as if none of it had ever mattered.

She wanted to say something, to challenge him again, to force him to explain himself further.

But what was there to say? Her thoughts spiraled in circles, replaying their conversation,

forcing her to confront an uncomfortable truth: their battle had been meaningless. The weight

of it all pressed down on her, it made her already aching body feel like stone.

For hours, she remained still, barely shifting as she fought against her own thoughts. She tried

to tell herself that Garou was wrong, that the Revolutionary Army was different from the

Empire, that their fight meant something. But his words kept digging into her mind like a

splinter she couldn't remove. She had spent years believing she was fighting for justice, yet

now she wasn't sure what that even meant anymore.

The night dragged on. Her exhaustion grew unbearable, yet she couldn't let her guard down

around him. Every time her eyelids grew heavy, she would jolt awake, her instincts screaming

at her to stay alert. But Garou never moved, never even acknowledged her presence. He

simply sat there, breathing steadily.

Eventually, morning arrived. The fire had long since died out, leaving behind only faint

embers. Akame's body was stiff and sore, her muscles protesting as she forced herself upright.

She had barely slept, and it showed in the dull haze clouding her mind.

Garou finally stirred. He opened his eyes and looked at her, expression unreadable. Then, as

she reached for her sword and tested her footing, he spoke.

"Since moving doesn't seem to trouble you anymore, I'll be taking my leave."

He turned without another word and began walking toward the cave entrance. His casual

dismissal irritated her, but she didn't have the energy to respond. Instead, she simply watched

as he stepped into the daylight, his figure shrinking into the distance.

She let out a long sigh, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her. He was gone. But

the weight in her chest remained.

With tired steps, she started her journey back to the Revolutionary Army camp. The sun felt

too bright, the air too heavy. Every movement was sluggish, and her mind, already worn

down from battle and exhaustion, refused to settle. The conversation from yesterday echoed

relentlessly. How could she explain this to the others? That Garou truly wasn't their enemy?