I heard about you... You were that kid that killed that other kid weren't you? that WAS you!! I heard how that kid was trying to shoot you with like a big machine gun or something and then you used a throwing star that was disguised as a belt buckle and dropped him. Least ... that's what I heard.
It was pure instinct. I heard the distinct sound of the machine gun's bolt being retracted and reacted without thought. In a nano-second, my shuriken, honed over hours with a whetstone, practiced with until my arm felt like it was going to fall off, materialized in my hand.
Without conscious thought, I flicked my wrist and the shuriken seemed to disappear and reappear in the center of his forehead.
It's a bit painful to recall how the blood spurted out of his mouth as he dropped the machine gun. The police later hailed me as a "hero". I don't know about that, I was just a 13 year old kid, dammit!
I don't like to talk about it.