"Who is this?" The boy asked in a small voice, looking at Sagiri with fear and fascination. "And what is that weapon?!"
Fascination?
That was a new feeling even for Sagiri. Well, many had been fascinated with Nokai, but not when he was using it to take their lives. The little lad moved a step forward as if he wanted to see the blade more. How can anyone put such an innocent child in such a position?
"So you are not completely useless?" Sagiri said, talking about his agility.
"Of course, I know how to fight. Uncle. I mean, the general taught me himself. Why is your eye like that? And your hair is red..." The boy stopped, and his eyes widened before he took a step back. Only the N'folu, especially the keeper clan, had red hair. And even so, sometimes it skipped generations. Sagiri's hair had kept growing redder, and now the red was almost overtaking the black.
"You remember something important, little boy?" Sagiri asked.
