Chapter 9 - Sharpener -

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"There! The floors are done..." He stood up as we finished the rectangle he was telling about. He whisked off the sand in his pants.

"Oooh.. you said floors... So you mean, we're building a house? Or a castle!" I asked.

"Yeah..." He then dug a hole in the sand pit.

There he is and his weird habit of digging holes. I peeked from behind him to see that some other toys were already hidden in it.

"Oh snap..." He scratched his head in frustration. "I think I shall move these somewhere else... Kill!" He called me out.

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Can you help me dig a hole at least 2 feet deep over there?" He pointed out to a bald patch in the ground where grasses didn't grow and where the soil is a little hard and crunchy.

"Haha, piece of cake!" I began twitching the joints of my hands as the veins on it started to bulge to realize he was actually looking at me... DAMN! How could I forget? How can I be so stupid? I must NEVER use this here!

"What are you waiting for?"

"Oh... haha!" I quickly retracted my emerging claws hoping he did not see it and started to thrust my hands on the ground repeatedly to dig a hole. "There ya go!"

"Thanks..." He carried those toys and placed it in the hole, then covering them again with soil. He walked back to the sand pit and placed the 'flooring' he made a while ago into it before covering it once again with sand.

"Ok... done." He marched towards the playground's exit, leaving me behind...

"Ah, wait for me Young Master...!"

"Let's hurry, it's about time..."


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Brrrrrrrrrr...

The sound of my stomach growling...

Daaaaamn... Now I'm starting to get REALLY hungry. It's a couple of hours past since the moment I fed my noodles to the grass and earthworms. Thanks to that little devil, if not because of him, I shouldn't be starving.

We're back inside the mansion and we're walking on the hallway towards the torture chamber.

He was staring at me as I walked besides him.

"Is there anything you need?" I asked him.

"Naah..." He finally looked away from me. "Your stomach growls too loud... did you not have lunch?"

Wow... this kid's just... I don't even know what to tell him... can I just break his neck right now? Who made me feed my noodles to the earthworms again?

Brrrrrrrrrr...

We stared at each other for a couple of seconds...

"Hahaha! Looks like I'm not alone!" I sneered at him, poking him at his temple.

"Yours is louder though."

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