"Hey, watch where you shoot that! Quit it!"
It had not been too long when my best friend, Ryoshi, got to keep his life to himself with the help of this kid standing in front of him. But that boy looked old enough for his age with all those moustaches and flowy yet crazed hair covering his face. He wore ragged clothes and tattered pants, much as the villagers had in Code.
There was a barrier in front of the mysterious kid, blocking every bullet raining in their direction. Ryoshi, who thought that he would die right here and now, widened his eyes in amazement about the boy guarding his body.
I wanted to question the homeless-looking kid, but I had more foes to deal with in front of me. All the soldiers aimed their guns in my direction and pulled the trigger. My body moved from different angles, avoiding getting hit by those random bullets.
