Chapitre 1: Born to Kill I
*Crackle, crackle*
"Noo…!"
"Ahh!"
"Stop!"
Crimson flames reflected inside the obsidian-coloured eyes of a little five-year-old girl while the screams of people tickled her small ears and the churning wood and bloody scent in the air assaulted her nostrils.
The little girl of jet-black long hair and fair skin looked dazed as she witnessed the estate of her noble family being burned to ashes and all their people being slaughtered by masked black-robed people with swords in hand. She knew she had to run away but this scarlet view was simple to beautiful for her that sent her into a trance-like state.
'Hee-… so this is what it feels to be in the middle of a fire and a battle-like field…
'In the past, at most, I witnessed a convenience store caught in a fire; the firemen dealt with it pretty quickly though…' Her thoughts weren't those of a five-year-old girl nor did they fit the archaic atmosphere and barbaric way people were handling things.
'Uhm?' The little girl felt a shiver that awoken her from her thoughts of her past life.
'Tch, younglings. Always leaving the kids at the end… huh?' an old assassin thought as he swung his sword to take the life of a little girl he had seen from far away. However, he stopped mid-way; the little girl had turned around and was facing him with wide open eyes devoid of fear and full of… amazement?
'I'm going to get killed, huh.
'Tsk, I thought I was spared from hell and sent to this Ancient China-like land full of old-fashioned people to not have a boring life this time around…
'Never mind, it was funny enough to witness personally this red-stained ground,' the little girl thought.
"Y-you… were born to kill," the old assassin suddenly uttered as his old dark eyes continued to stare at her unperturbed shiny dark eyes.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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