“Hey Inori, I have a few questions,” I declared looking at her as she kept her gaze at the sky.
“Ask away,” she said turning her gaze onto me.
“Alright, why were you upset at Okori and why did Komori come find me?” I asked.
“Heh, Okori’s gone mad in my opinion. Okori somehow decided you’d be a force to be reckoned with one day…that at your true potential you’d be a legendary force. Personally, the only legendary force I believe in is God. But to answer your first little question, the reason I was upset at Okori is because I always have to introduce the newbies.”
“The newbies?” I asked before she could continue.
“Yea, people like you. Who Okori finds somewhere on the streets or whatever and wants on his team. I can’t blame him since the Blades have new recruits every few weeks. But it’s a little crazy that I always have to introduce you guys.” Inori continued, staring to sit up.
“Wait, how often does he get these guys?”
“Like the Blades every couple weeks.”
“Wait a second where are the others?”
“Dead. They usually get killed before they get adjusted and some have even had the guts to run away. The Blades usually catch up to them, and kill them too. Just so if they decide to come back they don’t have to deal with a new member.”
Inori paused, she was looking at me. I was taking in all what she was saying. What if I was killed like all the others? I haven’t lived for anything. No one will remember me. I haven’t represented anything yet, let my footprint on this Earth.
She put her arm around me. “Hey, cheer up kiddo. I don’t want cha’ to die yet. Besides, I have a feeling you’ll last longer that the others. I mean that too, some of the newbies I knew wouldn’t last. Though they were street smart and all, but they didn’t have the skills to survive in combat. They were picked off by lower ranked Blades with ease.”
I nodded at her words...