Shards of a broken sword fell from Fourteen's bloody grasp. Her eye squinted a little and she let out a soft 'ow'. "That stings a bit…" She smelled the wound on her palm. "Black spider's blood and…a sap, a sticky and sour-tasting one," The knight who attacked looked at her in disbelief.
"H-how could it be…The lady who gave me that never even mentioned about the ingredients…y-you're a-"
"She's Fourteen,"
"A number?"
"That is my name and I'm proud of it," Fourteen puffed up her chest. The other soldiers started to talking amongst themselves.
"Wait, didn't the emperor said that he trained children and named them with numbers? And he named that troop…"
"I remember! The Nameless Soldiers!"
