I am eleven years old, and I was ordered by my master to kill a little boy I have never met.
He is only eleven years old, and like me, he has great kung fu at a young age.
The two masters had a grudge, but we met innocently.
I held the sword and looked serious about completing the task.
He looked up at me for a moment, and suddenly his ears turned red.
Me: "I'm here to kill you."
He whispered: "Then... Can you kill more slowly?
I seem to have liked you at first sight.
