Mr. Chen... so his name really *is* Mr. Chen. Well, this name is indeed quite fitting.
Even though they haven't known each other long, and despite the fact that this man wants to kill me, I still have to admit it. The man standing before me, so utterly unremarkable in appearance, exudes a kind of guileless simplicity in his speech and mannerisms that truly reminds me of some great, righteous hero of old. Even now, as he's about to draw his sword against me, I feel this strange sense of déjà vu—as if I'm the villain, about to be slain by this naive embodiment of justice.
Xue Three's knees bent slightly. With a flick of his small hands, two Military Daggers appeared in his palms.
