In the heart of the forest-

Elvis and Hans were locked in a fierce battle, their fists flying like the wind, neither gaining the upper hand. The two of them moved with the speed and intensity of a summer storm, each blow echoing through the trees.

As they grappled, Elvis seized the chance to study the man who looked strikingly like Hubery. Even amid the chaos, he couldn't resist firing off questions:

"What's your name?"

"How old are you?"

"Do you have family?"

"Can you fly a plane?"

Hans furrowed his brow, clenching his fists even tighter, frustration gnawing at him. This was a fight for survival, and here was Elvis, wasting time with pointless questions! The man must be out of his mind!

Initially, Hans only intended to hold him off. But as the fight wore on, he realized he wouldn't feel satisfied without giving Elvis a good thrashing.

Elvis sensed the stalemate couldn't last. He needed to test him. Sometimes, even if someone loses their memory, their deeply ingrained habits and instincts remain.

Elvis shouted, eyes wide

menacing Hans turned ghostly pale, stumbling backward several

has to be you!" Elvis's eyes burned

munching on one while reading. Once, a little snake had fallen from the branches, landing

had a deep fear of snakes, even shivering at the

family

assassin who lived by the sword-how could

me, Elvis. I'm Elvis!" Elvis's voice trembled with emotion, "How have you forgotten me? How

the deception, his face darkening. Just as he was about to retaliate, a command

"Hubery!"

Hans stepped back, dropping a small

Hiss-

forest filled with thick, blinding

down his face. By the time he fought his way through the

in his left shoulder, sprinting

room must have depleted Avery's forces. Or perhaps Avery was setting a

glinting in the sunlight like a ruby Standing tall in the

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