"A Jun, A Jun, what are you doing?"
A Jun, such a familiar name.
Li Qi slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a young boy. His facial features were ordinary, easily lost in a crowd, yet his eyes carried an uncommon liveliness.
"A Jun, what's wrong with you? The trial is about to start; why do you seem so distracted?"
The boy frowned, his tone urgent and slightly reproachful. He waved a hand in front of Li Qi's eyes, as if trying to pull him back from his daze.
Trial? A Jun?
I am...
Li Qi's pupils contracted, a torrent of memories surged into his mind, drowning his consciousness.
I am Chen Jun.
I am an assassin chosen by the Shadow Division and trained from a young age. I've been in this Battalion for six whole years, struggling daily between life and death, dancing on the edge of a blade.
Six years of blood and fire honed me from a clueless child into one of the most promising candidates among this batch of Shadow Division trainees.
No, that's not right.
