It was deep into the night.
Wan Er had gone for a walk.
Swords had been practiced.
Little Sword Boy returned to rest on Fanli's shoulders.
The two of them, one big and one small, began to head back.
"Big Wood, what you said just now, my master also said. He said that when you truly reach a certain height, you can start to compete with yourself."
"Hmm."
"What you said about learning from oneself, is that what you mean?"
"Hmm."
"But you're nowhere near as good as my master was. Though he died rather embarrassingly, his swordsmanship was incredibly profound."
"Hmm."
"So, you were just playing word games with me just now?"
Fanli stopped. Looking up at the moon and pondering for a moment, he said,
"Hmm."
"Big Wood, stupid Wood, dead Wood!"
Little Sword Boy scratched at Fanli's hair until it resembled a bird's nest before she stopped.
"I want to grow up fast."
"Hmm."
"I want to start sword training early."
"Hmm."
"I want to kill that man named Zheng."
"Hmm."
