C1069 The monkey who composed of powder and ink

As I watched the car leave, I was filled with all sorts of emotions.

Pillar and I must have been brothers for the rest of our lives.

But the end is certainly not what any of us would want to see.

I told Pillar that if the two of us were to meet one day, we would have to fight it out with everything we had, regardless of life or death, no matter who stood at the end of the line