The blood continued to flow, and he pressed a hand to his neck to staunch the bleeding. This wound wouldn't heal anytime soon.
I... I'll live, he seethed, clenching his fists. Yes, I'll keep living, and I'll regain my honor! After all, I'm still just a child. I have time to become a man, just as I have time to take my revenge on him. I won't forget what he did to me, just as I won't forget what he said. Once I'm ready, I'll return to him and tear him and his sword to shreds...
He broke into sobs, like a child who had wet himself.
Kentaro had retained a vivid memory of that day, along with a grudge that time had only fueled. A fourteen-year-old grudge now reignited by the sight of that man.
