They say "Never meet your idols", and for the first time, you could confirm that saying. You wanted to unsee what you just witnessed.

The wooden floor of the boat was covered in red as a body with its head abruptly cut off laid on it, a calm look on its face. You didn't know who it was, but that didn't matter - what mattered was who did the cut himself.

You wanted to throw up as you peeked around the corner, seeing the man you'd seen as an idol since your childhood clean the blade of the sword he'd just used to cut the man's head off.

You hoped he wouldn't spot you. But he turned his head, and his eyes fixed on you before he sighed.

"Jeez, now I need to deal with witnesses too..." He said. He didn't look like he wanted to do it, but he sure was about to.