I peak out the doorway, watching mom leave. Perfect. I can finally escape. After years of secret training, being told I'll never be a demon slayer, and only being respected by 1 person, Sensei, I can finally get out of here. When I leave, I will finally gain my independence and start slaying demons. When I return with proof of my kills, I will be honored and respected. Right now, I am anything but honored and respected. I check my pack and make sure I have everything I need; my water skins, containers for food, throwing knives, throwing stars, poison-tipped throwing darts, a katana and some arrows. I brought only what I needed to survive. The rest of my possessions only brought me shame and stigma. My weapons gave me power and honor, of which I only received from Sensei. Sensei. I pull out the note for Sensei, and the note for my family. I drop the one for my family at the door. I grab my crossbow and make my way to Sensei's house and place the note on his bed. A tear runs down my cheek at the thought of leaving behind my Sensei. The one who made me what I am today. I wipe the tear away and turn around. Sensei made me tough. He'd want me to be strong about this and not cry over my escape. My escape. I sneak out of my house and across the training grounds.
I crawl through the tall grass, and reach the woods unnoticed. One of the skills Sensei taught me was stealth. I wasn't half bad at it. I enter the woods. I turn around and take one last look at the village that raised me to be nothing, but then I think of Sensei who trained me to be something. I turn to the tree I used to spy on Sensei's class the day my life changed. I scurry up the tree and begin hopping my across the woods from tree to tree, leaving behind my village, and more importantly, Sensei.