''Ah!'' Lock fell down on his knees, he heard a small voice... The voice he wanted to forget.
His father is calling him to go back to training...
''I-I already trained for 10 hours... Can I go rest...'' Lock muttered with a heavy tone.
As a result, he received loud shouting from his father.
''I-I am sorry... Don't yell...'' Lock covered his ears, trying to get rid of the loud noises.
*Spurt*
Ichiro took his sword from the body of Lock.
Blood gushed out from the wound, but Lock didn't care.
''F-Father... Mother...'' Lock closed his eyes and stopped moving. His breath stopped, and his heartbeat disappeared.
Lock finally received the peace and quietness he desired.
Ichiro looked at the corpse of Lock with a serious look on his face, ''Too young... Way too young...''
