Hidden Blade's Life (Seeking Collection)

  I woke up from the darkness, and the merciless devourers of hunger and cold swallowed my will. The little me cried out loud, calling for my loved ones.

  Dad!

  Mom!

  No one replied because they had all died long ago, I was just an orphan, but next to me were five others who were crying too, they were as young and pitiful as me.

  I fell asleep in tears, then woke up, and fell asleep again. I don't know how long it took, but a ray of light suddenly shot into the darkness. I and those guys rushed towards the light together, as if that light contained infinite hope!

  "A cold voice suddenly rang out: 'Eat, children.'"

  The light went out and a stinking object was thrown into the darkness.

  That is a little lamb that has just learned to stand!

  Those guys started crying again in the dark, and I also hugged that little lamb to keep warm and fell asleep with hunger.

  Time seems to pass very slowly here, those guys are so hungry that they have no strength to cry, they learn from me to sleep to kill time, during which one by one little lambs are thrown into the darkness, more and more!

  "Baaa!"

  I was suddenly awakened from a dream by the pitiful bleating of a lamb, and opening my eyes was an extremely strenuous task, as if I had used up all the strength in my body.

  But the scene in front of me made me close my eyes again in terror.

  Those five guys actually pressed a little lamb to the ground and ate it alive!

  I clutched the little lamb tightly in my arms, hiding in the corner and trembling with fear, afraid that they would devour the little lamb in my arms.

  "Hey, here you go!"

  I felt someone standing in front of me, and I quickly shrank into the corner.

  "Don't be afraid, there are many little lambs here, we won't eat your little lamb."

  The little guy spoke again, and my fear subsided a bit. I opened my eyes to look at him, he was the smallest among us, looking even younger than me. He held a piece of bloody meat in his hand.

  I couldn't tell which part of the poor little lamb's body the meat came from.

  "Go ahead and eat." He tossed the meat at me.

  I took a cautious bite, and the meat's abundant blood gushed into my mouth, its pungent smell making it hard for me to swallow.

  But I wolfed down the food because I was so hungry and thirsty!

  From then on, every now and then a small lamb would be torn apart in the darkness, but the owner of that cold voice never threw another lamb into the darkness again, and those few lambs were quickly devoured.

  They finally fixed their hungry eyes on me, or rather the little sheep cookie in my arms that was already half dead from hunger. I knew they wanted to eat it!

  They, under the leadership of that little guy who gave me food, snatched the lamb from my arms. The strange look in their eyes scared me and I didn't dare to resist. Later, I knew that was: ferocity!

  The little lamb was brutally torn apart, and the little guy threw a piece of meat at me again, comforting me: it's almost starving to death, it will die sooner or later.

  I resent him for leading the way in snatching away my little sheep; this time I didn't eat the meat he gave me.

  The last little sheep was divided and eaten, and in the darkness there was no more food, until finally even the sheep's bones were gnawed and eaten by those hungry guys.

  The hard bone fragments cut their mouths, bleeding profusely, but they didn't feel a thing and continued to gnaw on the bones, looking terrifying, like savage beasts drinking blood on TV.

  "If you want food, go fight for it, clang!"

  A cold voice sounded again, a sharp knife was thrown into the darkness along the light.

  We are confused about the meaning of the sentence 'If you want food, go fight for it'. What does it mean?

  Who am I fighting with?

  How to get food?

  They stared at the gleaming sharp knife just like I did.

  Time slowly passed, and the pain of hunger once again filled my mind, as well as that little guy who gave me food, he was sick, tossing and turning in his sleep.

  "Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

  The little guy suddenly woke up from his sleep, seemingly having had a nightmare, and let out a loud, piercing scream.

  The four guys next to him were awakened by his scream, and they looked at the little guy's gaze suddenly changed, becoming like looking at those poor little sheep.

  The little guy's scream gave us a hint: if you want food, go fight for it!

  It seems that this calm, wise and kind little guy is the first person among us to understand the meaning of this sentence, only he dare not say it out loud, because he knows that his weak and small self is very likely to become food...

  Those four hungry guys next to him rushed towards the dagger in a flurry.

  They approached the little guy with a dagger, and the little guy screamed in terror.

  I hated him for leading the way in snatching my little lamb, but now I unhesitatingly shielded him with my own body.

  "Psst!"

  They brandished their sharp knives and hacked at me, I fell to the side in pain, they swarmed towards the weak and powerless little guy!

  The little guy's shriek came to an abrupt halt.

  I know he's dead.

  Indignation

  Surging indignation.

  They occupied my mind, and I rushed towards them recklessly.

  I snatched a dagger and stabbed it into their bodies, one after another fell down, my anger also quickly subsided!

  When I regained consciousness, they were all lying in a pool of blood, while I was unscathed. I knew this was due to my inheritance, as my father was a top wrestler and I inherited his extraordinary athletic ability.

  "Ouch!"

  A door creaked open in the darkness, and a huge beam of light poured in. I couldn't help but close my eyes. The cold voice came into my ears again, with a hint of praise: "Your performance is great, congratulations, you can live on!"

  A sturdy figure walked in, he carried me on his shoulder towards the bright place, but my eyes were fixed on the little guy in the dark corner, his body lay quietly there, with a look of terror frozen on his face.

  Later I knew that the one who was most qualified to survive should be him, his calmness and wisdom were a hundred times stronger than mine!

  What greeted me was delicious food and warm hot water, I felt as if I had come from hell to heaven in an instant, but I couldn't get excited. I looked at those sturdy men who kept bringing me food, little did I know, they were the real culprits who killed the little guy!

  The real murderer!

  This idea has been lingering in my mind and is deeply rooted.

  I swear to avenge the little guy, because he is the only one who has truly cared about me since my father passed away all these years: I will avenge him!

  Then came the training, all sorts of training, and some guys who survived the elimination with me trained together. I was always the best, they said my motor nerves were more developed than ordinary people, and I had the conditions to become a 'hidden killer'.

  So from then on I was trained separately, with even stricter and more brutal training.

  My fingers are long and dislocated from prolonged shooting with a trigger.

  My legs often get severe cramps from rapid running.

  My body is often covered in scars from practicing kung fu.

  They threw me into the jungle, gave me a knife, just to hunt down a wild boar with markings. I endured hunger and cold, and after dozens of days of searching, I finally found the trail of that wild boar.

  I wrestled with it.

  The knife in my hand was knocked flying, and I almost died under its sharp fangs. From then on, I decided that in battle, I must bring more knives, many, many knives!

  I caught the wild boar and brought it back, they scolded me: as an assassin, you should never engage in a direct confrontation with the enemy when you can resolve it quietly, even if you have a sure win!

  I was in a head-on battle with the wild boar, so I made a mistake. They had me kill one of my comrades, who can't be considered a comrade since we'd only been training together for less than half a month.

  He also made mistakes, heard he wanted to escape but was caught back.

  But I couldn't bring myself to do it, they released my 'companion' and gave him a knife: duel!

  My companion was very ferocious, he kept attacking me for his life, but I just dodged and dodged until I was chopped to the ground.

  He raised his knife to kill me, I closed my eyes, and felt a little regret: I haven't avenged the little guy yet!

  But the knife didn't come down, and when I opened my eyes, I found that my 'companions' had been beheaded. It was they who did it, they weren't really trying to get me to duel, their goal was to make me no longer kind.

  But I am merciful by nature.

  Since I started training, they knew for the first time that my weakness is also my only weakness: being too kind!

  But they didn't want to give up on my potential, so in later training, they tried every means to make me furious, to make me kill, to make me even more ruthless and heartless!

  And I also knew that this was the only hope for me to avenge the little guy, I followed them, killed everyone they let me kill, destroyed everything they wanted me to destroy, and they were very satisfied with my performance.

  But in essence, I am painful, and I will hide in the room to cry painfully, not letting them discover my faint painful crying!

  Later I started carrying out tasks, following their intentions, killing people or catching them.

  I finally walked out of their control for the first time, and the outside world was strange and novel to me. I had forgotten everything about the world before waking up from the dark room, as if I were a newborn baby full of curiosity about the world.

  I stood in the middle of a crowded street, watching couples kiss and hug each other, watching elderly people hold hands together, watching children's happy faces holding toys. At that moment, I also smiled, smiling brightly and warmly. I thought my smile should be handsome, because there was a girl looking at me, I blushed and lowered my head to disappear into the crowd.

  I took on more and more missions in order to have more contact with the outside world, and my assassination skills grew stronger and stronger. Although I repeatedly hovered between life and death, as long as it allowed me to stay in the outside world a little longer, I was willing to kill people!

  They trusted me, treating me as their most loyal and reliable money tree, bringing them endless wealth.

  From then on I knew the way, I finally had the ability to avenge myself, to avenge the little guy!

  So after completing a mission, I led the special forces dispatched by M country's CIA back to their lair without hesitation, but still let the culprit who created this organization escape. The CIA provided me with his information: he was a retired Chinese-American M military officer, an old man approaching fifty: Colonel!