Yin Sha Chapter 1

In the dark, someone speaks.

"The weather is d.a.m.n cold. Eh? There is a child here."

"Oh, his clothes look not half bad, not a beggar then, why is he fainted here?"

He then touch and pinch the kid.

"Number 9 what are you doing? Don't tell me you are into kids."

"~Pfft~ not that. Number 7, this child's bone structure is quite good, and we have to find one anyway, if we leave him here to die it would be a waste, I would rather take him with us."

Number 9 then continues to pinch and examine the kid.

"Still leave a little to be desired, but it will be fine if we bring him back, he is already starving to death, let's pick him up."

"Sure"

What…does that mean?

What does that mean?

What do they mean…?

Suddenly, he opens his eyes.

His quick reflex is something he had since the beginning; the first thing his eyes lock on to is the gun on Number 9's waist, the moment Number 9 bend over, he stretch his arm, take the gun.

Suddenly, all three freeze.

The kid lying on the ground is holding the pistol tightly, the man that was bending down subconsciously raises his hands over his head, and another man dressing in black is attempting to get the gun. The man in black release his killing intent, as he thought they are ambushed, but after a moment, 2 surprised man look at each other with a smile.

Because the kid on the ground is too small and thin, the safety switch is still on, and he holds the gun with reluctance.

"Heh, Number 9, the first time you lose your gun ever is because of this child, haha.

"Anyway…His reaction is keen, it's like a beast's, must be because he sensed danger.  We got ourselves a treasure."

"Hey, kid, you don't hold the gun like that…"

Number 7 haven't even finished talking, the kid's eye flashes, and in a split second his fingers flip the safety switch as he pulls the trigger.

          ~Bang~

A bullet pierces Number 9's chest, blood splatter everywhere, the recoil causes the kid's arms to be pulled up in the air. Number 7 reach for his own pistol, aiming at the kid, even until now he still has that unbelievable feeling.

It cannot be this child, who is attacking us…

Just a slight thought caused him to briefly hesitate, then, 2 gunshot sounded, a bloodied hole appear between Number 7's eyebrows, his body falls to the ground. The kid's right shoulder is also injured; half his body is soaked in blood. He trembles in a pool of blood, struggling to get up.

This wound is the same from one not so long ago, but this time…Why does it hurt so much…

However, the biggest problem is not the wound on his shoulder, but where he is now, and…

"Small hands…"

He looks at his own hands, murmured, this is obviously a child's hands, also, why is he now turned into a dwarf.

Night wind blows, make him feels extremely cold. He then look around, this is a very small and backward village with old fashioned buildings and dim streetlights. He feels as if all the energy in his fragile body is being drained, it will not take long, we will faint…

Inside his head, he now remembers the scene from before, remember what the Phoenix said:

"Then take your chance to be free."

Chance to be free…

There are a lot of things that he doesn't have time to sort out right now. As sirens sounding from afar, he habitually wipes the finger prints off the gun, planted it onto Number 9's hand, then he hold on to his wound and pushes forward a few steps before collapsing…

When everything is hazy, he remembers when he was still a child.

In fact, he only remember things when he was 10 years old and after, because usually the Hiraka start their a.s.sa.s.sin training from the age of 10. Memories before that, he has no impression nor can he remember.

Later on, he knew that every child that was trained by the Hiraka got their previous memories wiped. Such brainwashing technique can still be reversed and restore some memory, but by the time he knew about it, it has become meaningless, nothing more than to strengthen his rebellious thoughts.

Ever since he was 10, every day he had to watch various kinds of animals killing each other and learning the basic knowledge of an a.s.sa.s.sin. After that he has to fight those kinds of animals for his life, followed by eliminating other trainees. He was never the best, but he survived, it was a miracle. Of course, this miracle might en in his future rebellion, for his heart was never calm.

This period of memory hasn't been touched for a long time, but now, it becomes crystal clear, in the dark, there is a girl with a cute little face struggling.

"Please, don't kill me! I beg you please, don't kill me…."

Suddenly, he opens his eyes.

He subconsciously reaches out and touches his waist, his right hand then feels a burst of pain, he then raises his left hand to see.

"I really turned into a child…"

He touches his waist, the scar that was once there is gone, it was from the first time he ever killed anyone, now it is not there anymore.

Look around, he sees that this is an old style hospital room, it is near twilight. From the window, he can see the sunset behind some old-fashioned buildings. Not far from him there is a calendar on the white wall, its paper is quite new: November 3rd, 1991.

Not very surprised, he just frowns, and then smile, the smile gradually expand as he pursed his lips, his body trembling up.

Freedom, a new life…

At this very moment, he really feels it.

Now he remembers, his old memory was from November 3rd 1991, which was when he started training with the Hiraka. That night is when Number 7 and 9 brings him to the Hiraka. Back then he was alone, he did not know anything about the world, but now everything changes,

His shoulder is still wrapped in gauze, the pain comes, but to him it's simply nothing. He try to open the cabinet next to the bed, trying to find anything that can confirm his ident.i.ty, but there are just 2 sets of clothes, an insulated lunchbox and some fruits. He thinks for a second, and then climbed back on the bed; of course, there was card on the front end.

Gu Jiaming.

A nice name, he briefly smiles.

Now, he has his own name, his heart feels a touch of warmth. When he is still sentimental, the door open with a ~squeak~. The one who came is a little girl, with 2 pigtails, with a lovely oval face.

"Ah? Jiaming, you woke up?"

As the little girl sees him, she rushes to the bed, putting down her back pack. He uses the blanket to wrap around his body, the girl reach out her hands, gently touching the bandage:

"Still hurt? Is it okay? Uhm, wait a bit then, I will go and call the nurse."

She then ran like a wind out of the room, he smile, his eye turns to her backpack.

4 red words sewn on it: Red Star Primary School.

Follow by 3 smaller words, it seems to be the girl's name: Ye Lingjing.