"Shadow! Shadow! Shadow!"
…Sunny swayed, looking at the broken sword in his hand. When did it break? He didn't quite remember. This was one of the first weapons he had picked up in the arena, right after killing… wait, who had he killed for that sword?
Dead faces spun in his mind, staring at him with empty eyes. There were so many that he couldn't even tell whether all of them had once belonged to real enemies or were simply created by his imagination. No, that one was real… the first human he had killed in the coliseum. That had been the battle where he took the sword.
These days, he was having trouble remembering things.
Sunny threw the broken sword away and looked at the crowd that was chanting his name. Shadow… right! That was him.
'What is wrong with you, fool… since when was that your name?'
