Casey signaled that everything was ready on her side. We were separated into two groups on either side of the stage. I signaled back to tell her we're also settled when a burning sensation sliced across my forearm.
On reflex, I took out my sword and disarmed the sword immediately from Min's hand. Min burst out crying soon after that.
"Sunny, take that sword away," I ordered one of the older girls while pressing on the wound on my right forearm with my left hand. "Min, how many times have I told you not to play with your sword?"
Min continued sobbing.
"This time it's my forearm, how about next time? Sunny's fingers? Your ear? I will inform Casey about this incident. You no longer have to go on stage."
"But I have practiced for so long," she muttered.
"I don't think Lord Atherton would be happy seeing blood splashing on the stage on his birthday. As far as I know, he has no weird fixation on blood." A gentle voice floated from behind us.
