The scene seemed to change again, as this time Aaaninja had turned seven years old, and he had begun his training. His childish side seemed to vanish ever so slowly as he became aware of his lineage and how powerful his family truly was, and with that awareness came a quiet maturity far beyond his physical years.
Seven-year-old Aaaninja could be seen sleeping in his room, a room even Kings and Emperors wouldn't be able to afford, but unknown to him, a shadow crept into the room from the darkness. The shadow shifted into a humanoid shape, a dagger in hand as they immediately stabbed toward the young Aaaninja, who slept peacefully, completely unaware of the imminent danger threatening his fragile mortal vessel.
