''ARGHHH!'' The young man started screaming as he fell down on the ground in agony.
His arm landed in front of Ichiro, while his face was still calm as ever.
The blond-haired young man paled; he turned around and started running away, but he managed to take a few steps before his steps came to a halt, and his head fell from off from his shoulders.
The brown-haired young man tried to stop the bleeding with a face full of despair, ''P-Please, m-mercy!''
''Would you have given me mercy if I was in your position?'' Ichiro asked with a calm face.
''I-I would, I-I am not sure about those two, b-but I would have spared you.'' The brown-haired young man said with a pleading gaze.
''I have a great eye for people.'' Ichiro crouched in front of him and said, ''And I am sure that you would be the first one to stab his sword inside my torso. You wouldn't care if I pleaded.''
