… I really suck at updating… TT-TT I haven't updated this in what? Over a month?! I feel like a horrible author! I've been so focused on my other stories that I got a writer's block on this one! And I've also started a new one that I've worked for five whole days with… FIVE DAYS! I could have worked with this one, but noooo. When I was about to start writing, all I could think of was scenes for my Disgaea crossover! TTT-TTT I'm so sorry! Also, when I re-read some of my previous chapters I noticed how poorly done they were, so I'll soon start a project on rewriting those.

Heng Shi: …

Hey… Where's Heng Shi?

SeaDevil: Oh, h-he took a vacation!

He WHAT? I never allowed him to take a vacation! And what are you doing here Fishy-chan? Not that I don't mind your company; you're way better than Heng Shi.

SeaDevil: I'm here as Heng Shi's replacement.

… And why is that…?

SeaDevil: -Cries anime tears- I'm sorry Bun-bun, but he would kill me if I didn't do it!

-Cries anime tears as well- Poor Fishy-chan! I know how horrifying it is to be threatened by him! Now you reader go ahead and read the story while I help Fishy-chan out from this trauma!

SeaDevil: He just jumped out from the screen while I was correcting it! He had bloody hands and a knife!

Oh, so that's why one of my kitchen knives is missing… So it's your fault! Now I can't have my meat!

I'm sitting outside the dango shop with an empty plate in front of me and a cup of tea in my hand, waiting for Prince to arrive. I've been here for about 30 minutes, calmly eating some dango and drinking tea. I don't know when he'll arrive, but I hope it'll be soon; I'm not the most patient person in the world…

"Sabre!"

I lazily glance towards the voice and see Prince running towards me with his hand waving in the air, panting slightly. As he reaches my table, I calmly drink the last of my tea before I address him.

"You better not make me regret my decision." I look at him with one of my famous crazy grins. "Or you'll wish you never started this game."

Prince gulps nervously while I hear some of my 'fan girls' scream shrilly over my grin, but I justignore it, stand up from my chair and begin to walk towards the forest, Garel following me. I can hear Prince hesitate for a moment before he follows us, quickly walking up to my left since Garel is walking on my right. He fidgets a little bit before deciding to ask me something in hope of starting a conversation.

"So… Why did you decide to teach me all of a sudden?"

I spare a bored glance at his nervous, yet curious, expression before I look ahead of me again.

"I'm not sure why… But you remind me of someone I used to hold dear, so maybe that's the reason."

"Really? Who was that?"

I tense up slightly before walking ahead of them without giving Prince an answer to his question. Like hell I'll tell a stranger about my parents; hell has to freeze over in order for that to happen. I can hear Garel talk quietly with Prince behind me.

"It's a touchy subject; don't ask my master about it anymore."

"Oh, ok… I have a question for you though…"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you staying with that guy? He's giving me the creeps…"

Prince's comment makes me smirk slightly in satisfaction at the same time as I can hear Garel snort in amusement.

"We're more alike than you think… And my master has his good moments, even though he doesn't show them in public."

I become a little angry at Garels statement and decide to break their little friendly conversation up.

"Shut up, you damn dragon! You don't know what you're talking about!"

I can hear Garel snort in amusement once again before he follows my order and stays quiet for the rest of our walk towards a clearing whereI know monsters do not appear. As I step into the middle of it, I remove the broadsword from my back and transform it into its katana form. I glance over my shoulder to look at my now-student Prince seriously; he seems tense and ready for an attack, with his hand twitching towards his black sabre.

Without turning to fully face him, I place my katana on my shoulder and say, "Attack me."

Prince looks a little confused, so I decide to elaborate. "I'll haveto see whatyou're already good at, and what we needto work on in order to train you properly." He nods in understanding and draws his sword while Garel walks over to sit beside a tree at the edge of the clearing to watch us.

Prince draws his sword and positions himself in a fighting stance, but I don't bother to do the same, opting instead to just observe him to see when he will attack.

I can see his leg muscles tense as he sprints forward with his sword slanting down towards the ground on his right side. So he's right handed…

He's coming at a fast pace, but as he swings up to slice my right side I simply twist my sword in my hand so that it lies along my arm and block his swipe by simply moving my arm a little so that my elbow is behind my back. I didn't have to move anything other than my arm to both block his sword and point the tip of my sword against his throat, easily showing the difference in skill between us.

Well… That round was easily won… I can hear Garel's hissing laughter; he's probably thinking the same thing.

I raise an amused eyebrow at Prince's shocked and terrified face at the fact that I barely moved, but still defeated him. To point out to him how far he has yet to go, I press my sword lightly at his throat to draw a few drops of blood that start trickling down his throat before I remove my sword and thrust his sword away from mine.

Prince stumbles backwards while holding his throat, still in shock that I could react as fast as I did. I once again place my sword on my shoulder, but this time I fully turn towards him with a cruel smirk on my face.

"If that's all you can do, then you'll be visiting the rebirth point in just a few minutes. The sloppier your guard is, the more serious the wounds will be. Sincethat was the first time, you only got a small scratch; but don't let me catch you open like that again if you still want me to teach you. Feel free touse surprise attacks if you want. We both know that that is the only chance you have of catching me off guard instead of the other way around. I seriouslydoubt that you'll succeed in even scratching me, though."

At the last sentence, I can see Prince's face become determined and he once again readies himself to attack me. I can see some flaws in his stance, but pointing them out can wait till later. After all, he'll probably change it after we've fought for a while. It is pointless to correct a stance that he might not even use.

I also take astance, making it clear to Prince that I'll be serious this time, causing him to gulp anxiously before his determination overwhelms his nervousness and he rushes forward once again. This time, I meet him in the middle instead of just waiting for him to come to me.

As our swords clash with each other, I have to make a conscious effort torefrain from shocking him with my electrical magic andremind myself that this isn't a battle aiming to kill; just a spar to observe his skills.

I easily outmatch him in strength and swipe him back into a tree, breaking contact betweenus. As Prince is trying to regain his balance, his guard is open and I rush forward to slice his shoulder, but he manages to block my sword just in time.

Prince pushes my sword away from his danger zone before I have time to add any real pressure to it and overpower him again and swipes for my head. I decide to jump backwards instead of blocking his sword with the spikes in my glove to give him some more time to recover from colliding with the tree.

But it seems like I underestimated him, because just as I jump back, Prince shifts his grip on his sword a little and rushes forward to catch me off guard. He probably thinks that I won't be able to react fast enough to block his sword if I am in the air or preoccupied with finding a footing.

As I land, I smirk smugly and use the ground as leverage to quickly bounce forward to meet him. To say that Prince was surprised isan understatement, but he managesto block my incoming sword anyway, even though it means that he'll have to abandon his offensive rush and stop in his tracks. As our swords meet, he skids back a few feet due to having badfooting when he blocked my blow.

When my feet touch the ground again, I bend my knees a little and stretch out one leg toswipe away Prince's legs fromunderneath him, making him loose his footing completely. I then twist my body so that I can place my hands on the ground and kick him with my other leg, sending him flying into the same tree as before. This time, he hits the tree with even more force than before and he choughs up a little blood; not very surprising, seeing as this was the third time I caught him.

But Prince shakily stands up again with help from the tree he just got slammed into, placing his sword in front of him once again. With a wicked grin I chuckle darkly, making Prince nervous again; just like I wanted.

"Come on, you'll never be able to give me even a small scratch if you continue like that. Think differently than you're doing now; you know that I'm way above your league - not at the same level as you are. Your usual fighting style of just rushing in won't work on me."

Prince furrows his eyebrows in either confusion or concentration as he pushes himself away from the tree, having recovered enough from the blow to be able to stand on his own again.

Now, let's see how good he is at defence. I think, my grin growing larger.

I run forward, beginning my assault, while at the same time keeping my speed in mind and forcing myself to go at aslower pace than I normally would be, but it seems like even this much is almost too fast for Prince. He just barely had enough time to be able to block my sword from hitting his chest.

I aim a kick for his head, knowingly leaving him room to either jump back – the instinctual, but not always best, reaction when one is faced with an attack aimed for one's head – or dodge to the sides, wanting to see if he could control such knee-jerk reactions and check if he was aware of his surroundings and what effect they could have on the fight. The idiot jumps back, letting himself be cornered against the tree I've sent him flying into two times already and thus failing my little test.

I give him a disapproving look before I continue my assault. It only takes me one more attack before his back presses against the rough bark as he blocks me and he realizes his mistake, his eyes going wide before quickly flitting from side to side to find a way out of his predicament. I'm not about to let him get away quite yet, though. He needs to experience the consequences such a mistake can have first-hand. As such, I keep up my offensive for a while, letting him scramble to try and block me as well as he can with his movements restricted by the tree at his back. I nick, cut, and kick him a few times before I come in for a roundhouse kick while our swords are locked, launching him away from the tree while at the same time knocking his sword down hard, almost knocking it out of his grip.

I give Prince a second or two to regain his footing before I come after him. Hedodges and blocks my sword while moving backward. Moving backwards in and on itself is nothing bad, but the way he's doing it is leaving a lot of openings; he seems to be focusing on his upper body, leaving his feet unprotected. This didn't just happen once or twice – if I had usedevery single opportunity he gave me to trip him, he would have fallen to the ground at least 10 times by now. And that's 10 times too much…

When I decide that I've seen enough, I use the moment when he relaxes the grip on his sword a little after blocking one of my swipes to hit my knee against his underarms hard enough to make him drop his weapon. Withthe weapon out of the way, I bring my sword to his neck and my arm to his chest to push him the last distance to the nearest tree and make him completely immobile.

With my arm pressed hard against his chest and my sword held against his neck, we are standing really close to each other, our noses almost touching. For some reason, his eyes doesn't widen in fear like I thought they would, but in surprise and embarrassment. I can also see his whole face turn red in a furious blush.

I raise a questioning eyebrow while a smirk stretches across my features, making him grow even redder than before for some reason. I snort in amusement before I step away from him, sheathing my katana in the process.

I cross my arms and wait whilePrince does the same with his own sword, the blush still present. Is he gay? That would be the only logical reason as to why he acted like he did when we got so close… I'll ask him about it later.

When Prince's sword is sheathed and he's patiently waiting for me to say something, I go into my newly found 'teacher mode' as I let him know what flaws he has.

"Alright, now I know what you have to work on. 1. You have to relax your stance more, it's just a little too tense right now and if you relax you'll be able to be faster in your swings. I noticed it I from the beginning, but Ithought that it would get better during our spar, so I decided not to say anything about it. Turns out I was wrong on that part. 2. You analyze your opponent pretty well, even if youcan get better, but you have to learn to focus on analyzing your own posture and swings, too, so as not to not create any gaps that your opponent can use against you. 3. Be aware of anduse your environment against your opponent. If you use your surroundings it can get a lot easier to defeat your opponent. You have to analyse it fast, however; your opponent won't give you time to look at your surroundings for long. 4. Try to find out your opponent's weakness instead of just attacking wildly, because everyone has one no matter how good they are; you just have to look at the opponent the right way in order to figure it out. 5. Don't let emotions get in the way; you can lose the fight if your opponent decides to use them to their advantage and goad you into making a fatal mistake."

I smirk a little as I point out the fifth thing that he has to work on; obviously he's still afraid of me, which is natural, considering thathe has seen what I can do. He gives me a respectful salute, taking in every word I just said.

"Yes, Lao shi!"

I blink in confusion, surprised by the respect he shows me by even considering calling me his tutor. I look over to Garel with a smug smirk on my face; he had thought that Prince wouldn't call me anything like that. Garel just rolls his eyes at me in response; silently telling me that something like that was not worth an ego boost. Too bad for him that my ego thought otherwise.

I chuckle at the thought before I turn back to Prince with the cruel smirk once again plastered on my face.

"Now… We'll begin with your posture before we move on to your awareness and then, if we have time, we'll work on your 7th sense. (1)"

Prince nods in agreement, completely trusting my judgment in how to train him. If we begin to train the 7th sense though, he'll have to go through the same training as I got when I was a kid. And that is no walk in the park…

-Time skip-

We only got to train for two days in total (one full day, and two half days) since Prince had to train together with his team a lot to prepare for the finals. Prince has improved his swordsmanship during our training, but not enough to get me satisfied. That, coupled with the fact that it took a verylong time for him to even understand what he was supposed todo when we trained his awareness, resulted in that we hadn't had any time to work on his 7th sense…

It is now the day of the tournament finals and I'm on my way towards the arena to get a good seat. I wonder how the battle will be like… I have heard something about 'the ultimate clash' but I'm not sure what that means. Maybe a player massacre; that would be fun to watch…

As I step inside the arena, I see that a lot of people have already arrived. There are no seats left in the front row, but I spot two seats on the second row that aren't taken yet. Two other players also seem to have set their sights on those two places, but unfortunately for them, I've already claimed those two places as mine, so if those players take them, they will die.

I nudge Garel, who's so big now that he reaches my waist, and point at the two seats; all without taking my eyes off the two players approaching them. He takes off into the air and just before the two players come within touching distance of the seats, Garel lands on top of them and roars at the players in warning.

The girl player gets really scared and shrieks loudly as she latches onto the male; an action that probably indicates that he is her boyfriend. He is slowly backing away from the growling Garel in fear. I smirk in satisfaction as I walk over to the seats to sit down.

When I reach Garel, the players still too closefor my tastes, so I pet Garel's head and flash a crazy grin at the two.

"Thank you for giving these seats to me; now I won't have to kill you to have them."

My comment seems to scare them even more, because the two players quickly turn around and run away from me and Garel.

I snicker at their reactions and pet Garel one more time before he moves his tail so that I can sit down in the seat next to him. As I'm seated I flash him a satisfied smirk before I turn my gaze towards the empty arena, seeing as there is nothing better to do; there's still about one hour left until the battle will begin…

I sigh out of boredom after just half an hour and think to myself with a scowl: 'This better be worth the wait…'

"Why don't you read something from the leader board to pass the time?"

"Hmm?" I say absently as I look at Garel with my forehead still resting against the cool metal of my broadsword's blade. I have placed the tip of my sword on the ground and am currently still holding onto the handle so that I can lean against it more comfortably.

Garel just shakes his head at my current state of laziness and repeats (with some modifications) what he said just a few seconds ago. "Read the leader board to pass the time instead of sulking like that."

I frown at Garels choice of words and lift my head from my sword, still holding on to it so that it doesn't fall down to the ground.

"I'm not sulking," I reply angrily. "It's just that nothing is happening, there are no monsters to kill, the players are too easy - and therefore too boring - to kill because all of them are focused on something else, I can't jump down to the arena because only competitors are allowed down there, talking to anyone is out of the question and I don't want leave either, since then someone else would take these seats and I wouldn't get a good view of the massacre. And I don't feel like reading right now, so there is nothing to do but wait, causing me to become completely bored."

Since I was too focused on complaining to Garel, I didn't notice that all the people around me had stopped in what they were doing to look at me nervously and edge away when I mentioned killing players.

Garel sighs and looks at me in irritation before he just shakes his head and ignores me completely by moving one of his green-lined wings in between us so that he won't have to look at me.

I snort loudly and rest my head against my sword once again, mumbling grumpily.

"This better be worth it… If I have to wait any longer than one hour, I'm going to kill every single person here… If I don't get to see a massacre, I'll just make one myself… … Ugh… I hate waiting…"

Like the last time, all of the players around me give me nervous glances and scoot away from me just a little bit; but unlike last time, I notice it.

I lift my head from my sword and look at the players around me; they all avoid meeting my eyes, as if I was going to kill them if they so much as looked at me. I inwardly smirk in satisfaction at their frightened expressions; it's fun to scare people.

I narrow my eyes a little as I lock gazes with a male elven player sitting in front of me who's still holding on to his strong posture, even though I can see some fear in his eyes.

"You've got a problem?" I ask him unemotionally, my eyes filled with irritation, anger and a hint of amusement. But I don't think that the male player can see the 'hint of amusement' part.

He winces slightly at the combination of my empty voice and fierce glare, but recovers quickly, showing that he won't back down that easily.

"No, not at all." He says with the same kind of voice I used. I frown slightly; something about his voice reminds me of someone… And his face looks very familiar… He's staring at me with slight fear, but also with some smugness; probably because I haven't made him back down yet. I can also see a hint of… confusion? Why would he be confused?

I grin my typical crazy grin, with my bangs shadowing my eyes a little, making my yellow eyes glow.

"Good. Because otherwise, I would have had to kill you. It would have been very entertaining to hear your screams. Your voice kind of reminds of someone who I find very annoying."

The male player goes pale,and considering that elves have very pale skin naturally, he almost looks like a ghost. He turns around stiffly, so that I'm now only able to see his green, flame-like hair instead of his face and ruby eyes.

I snort in satisfaction, but continue to stare at the back of his head, trying to figure out who he reminds me of.

Is it someone from my guild? No, they don't annoy me much. It could be someone from my school… But those from the student council wouldn't show confusion when I act like that, so who could it be?

I furrow my brows in concentration as I rack my brain for someone annoying that has a similar voice to that male player's. Who can it be…? Maybe the former captain of the karate club? It is a huge possibility…

A huge grin slowly grows on my face as I come up with a plan about how to entertain myself until the tournament begins. This is going to be fun…

I hand my sword over to Garel, who politely removes his wing from where it had acted as a barrier between us to be able to carefully cradle it with his claws, and lean forward so that my face is next to the male's. He's still really pale and stiff, and his eyes are filled with confusion and panic, as if he's a prey hiding from a predator that he never knew was there.

When he's about to glance over his shoulder to look at me, he tenses up ten-fold when he sees my curious yellow eyes directly in his line of vision, but I keep my gaze as captivating as possible so that he wouldn't look away.

"You know… You look creepily familiar to a really annoying person in my school…" I say with a thoughtful frown on my face. The former karate captain tries to pull of a poker-face… and succeeds. That is, if you don't count his unnatural paleness, which is obviously caused by fear.

I snap my fingers with a happy grin on my face, my face-mask on for the first time in Second Life. "You're the former captain of the karate club; the one I took over after beating you up during a duel on my first day. You've been annoying me a lot since then." I laugh in embarrassment while rubbing the back of my head, acting like I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry, but I never did bother to learn your name."

The former captain relaxes as I begin to talk and act like I do in school, and as I mention that I don't know his name, he becomes his normal angry and cocky self. I lean away from him a little so that our faces aren't as close anymore when he begins to scream angrily.

"What?! You beat me in a fight, I become your formidable enemy and you don't even bother to learn my name?! How rude can you be?! My name is Ken Jin Xian and you would've known it if you'd looked into the membership book for the karate club!"

I hold up my hand in defence while looking at him with a bored expression. "Hey, it's not my fault that I don't want to put down that much effort just to know the name of an annoying person. But now that I know it, I must say that the name sounds a little ridiculous… Let's exchange game names instead; I'm Sabre. You?"

Ken Jin's eyes widen at the mention of my game name, but he quickly composes himself. It seems like the rumours about mehave spread a long way… That's good.

"Why should I give you my game name? It's enough that I gave you my real one." I smile happily at him, my eyes sparkling with bloodlust and craziness.

"Because then we could go and kill monsters together."

Ken Jin shivers from my too-sweet tone but stands his ground as I lean a little bit closer to whisper in malice: "But don't blame me if I kill you on accident; I can't control myself sometimes."

Ken Jin's eyes widen a little bit in fear, but he struggles not to show it. Too bad for him that I grew up as an assassin and have worked as one for years, resulting in me knowing the human body language very well.

I can see Garel shake his head at my cruelty out of the corner of my eye, even though he secretly enjoys it as much as I do. But he understands that I shouldn't show my true self in front of someone who I'm meeting in the real world, so he decides to crash my little party.

"You should stop tormenting him, Sabre. As much as I like to watch, it isn't nice."

I laugh and look over my shoulder at Garel, who's still holding my sword like an obedient servant, with a grin.

"I know, but it's just so much fun to see everyone look so scared compared to the looks they give me in real life. And having an outlet like this helps me with being the 'good boy' my parents wanted me to be. I can't be polite all the time; I have to be mean sometimes. So why not do it in second life?"

Garel chuckles while shaking his head as if he's thinking that I'm crazy, though I know that it's only an act.

"Whatever you say."

Ken Jin looks at Garel in surprise for a few seconds before he turns to me with a frown on his face. I can hear the people around me start to cheer in joy, but choose to ignore for now.

"You've got a talking dragon? Way to go. Now you can start a freak show."

I give him a fierce glare in response, which makes him back down a little, much to my amusement.

"Never mind, the tournament is about to start." He says before turning away from me to look at the arena.

As I too look at the arena, I see that he's right. Huh… Time flies by so fast when you're having fun… So that was why they all started cheering…

Players are beginning to walk inside the arena and take their places as the announcer calls out to the audience.

"Everyone, a hundred of Second Life's most outstanding teams will soon be participating in an intense battle for survival. Don't look away, or you'll miss seeing this exciting scene. Don't close your mouths – cheer your hearts out for your favourite team! I am Xiao Li, the commentator who will be reporting this entire life-and-death battle for you all today!"

An excited grin stretches across my face; finally I get to see some slaughter! The audience screams out good-luck wishes as well as killing chants. I decide to not partake in any of those, but Ken Jin screams out "Hell yeah!" in excitement.

I take back my sword from Garel so that he can sit more comfortably and place it on the ground again so that I can rest against it during the match. The announcer continues to speak.

"An arena of 600 definitely cannot be underestimated! In the midst of all these teams, three masses clearly stand out! In the front of all three stands their head leader!"

I look down at the three masses and can clearly see the three leaders. One is a tiger beastman, one is a human with black spiky hair pulled up in a ponytail and the last one is an elf-like man with long blond hair. All of them seem like the typical leader type, apart from their stupidity in making themselves into such obvious targets, but I can't see Prince in any of the teams. I smile; that's good. He must be planning to let the three groups battle and then, when all of them are tiered out, his team will have an easier time in killing them all.

I spot Prince's team together with another team, the one they spent so much time training with - Dark Phantom - standing by the side-lines of the arena and my grin grows wider. He seems really nervous and afraid, but I'm not about to let my only apprentice be like that in the finals. I let his group talk for a while, ignoring all of the cheers and shouts around me to focus only on them.

After the two teams have finished talking, I PM Prince while gazing at the back of his head even more intently that before. Like I thought, it makes him turn around nervously and look for me in the audience.

"Now make sure that I didn't train you for nothing, or I'll kill you. Oh, and be sure to kill a lot for me when you join the fray. Don't you dare loose this tournament."

When mine and Prince's eyes meet, I slowly lick my lips with a low chuckle. I think I scared everyone around me (again) with the evil aura that surrounded me…

Prince gets a little freaked out, but I can see the determination in his eyes even from this distance. I have no idea what he wants to prove to me, but something is it. I've come to recognize that look during our training. Is it that he's strong? That he's worthy of the 'Blood Elf' title? Or perhaps that he is worthy of my respect? I really have no idea of what's going through his head.

Gui, the purple haired man, notices Princes slight discomfort and it looks like he's asking if he's alright. After Prince answers, he once again looks up into the audience at my grinning face. Gui follows his gaze and when he sees me sitting there, his eyes harden into a glare. I can feel another glare and soon notice that it belongs to the blond haired dark elf in Dark Phantom. I just narrow my eyes on them, but before I have the pleasure of making them uncomfortable enough to force them to look away, the announcer's voice distracts them.

"Now, I'll officially announce," All of the players tense up, preparing for battle. "BATTLE BEGIN!!!"

Once those words sounded through the speakers, a disappointed frown reaches my features. Only Prince's group moved! What is this!?

But it seems like I'm not the only one who's confused by this, because the announcer soon cries out in the speakers: "What's going on? Nobody's taking action! Everyone's standing completely still!"

Ok… I'll give the players on the arena five seconds before I'll make them move myself…

one…

two…

three…

four…

five!

With that, I stand up in my seat and yell down at the arena in anger.

"Why the hell are you all fucking pussies!?! Get a move on before I come down and kill you all myself!!!!!"

My outburst echoes through the arena, and apparently being called 'pussy' angered the tiger beastman leader, because he pointed at the other two leaders and gave the thumbs down. He then charged forward with his large group behind him.

I smile in satisfaction and sit down on my seat again to enjoy the match. The human team meets the beasts' charge and the two teams clash with each other, signalling the true beginning of the huge melee battle.

A huge dust cloud rises quickly and prevents the audience from seeing much of what was going on below. The announcer begins to shout excitedly into the mike.

"It's such a mashed battle, we can't tell who's fighting who at all!" The audience begins to shout with equal excitement as the announcer, seemingly not perturbed by the fact that they actually couldn't see anything at the moment.

I continue to watch the dust cloud silently as it slowly disappears to reveal the battling players. The groups of the human and the beastman appeared to have clashed, but the last team, the one the elf-like man is leading, is still standing still. Either they're all just cowards, or they're being smart by waiting it all out like Prince is.

I can notice a lot of people look at me nervously as I chuckle silently at the bloody battle going on before me, and I'm sure that Ken Jin has become really suspicious of me, but I don't care right now, because it's time to watch some bloodshed!

The sixth sense is balance, so the seventh is the supernatural one, despite common beliefs.

How was that chapter? Good? Bad? Was my fighting scene acceptable? I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone by not showing how Prince and Sabre trained, but I just couldn't come up with any training methods! T-T

SeaDevil: Don't worry Bun-bun. I thought it was good.

Thanks Fishy-chan, but I feel like I have to work even harder with this story, because less and less people are reviewing. Even Vampie-chan has stopped reviewing! So that means that I have to come up with something exciting in this story, and I know what it can be, because me and Vampie-chan have talked about it, but it's still a long time before that happens. I just hope that my readers will bear with me until then…

SeaDevil: I'm sure they will! Don't get your hopes down so easily! –Pats my back in comfort- I'm still reviewing, and I don't plan on stopping!

-Becomes revived and stands up more straight with a determined face on- You're right! Now, let's get Heng Shi back! He can't have vacation anymore! It's time for him to work! –Pulls out two fishnets, two bulletproof vests and two tranquilizer pistols-

SeaDevil: -Stands next to me with a similar determined face and the equipment on- Yes! Time to pay him back for using me like that!

-We both look each other and our determination falls into horror and fear-

Both: We'll die for sure!

Well… If I live this through… Be sure to review so that I can read your beautiful words to get me out from the trauma I'm about to go through…

SeaDevil: Yeah… And I also have a ½ Prince fanfiction… Can you read and review it to get me out from the trauma as well? You can find me through Bun-bun's favourite authors… It's on hiatus right now, but I won't drop it, I swear!

Both: -Cries floods of anime tears while bowing- We would really appreciate it!

I hope I see you soon!

Both: -Runs off to find Heng Shi while screaming and waving our weapons in the air-