All Are The Same!

"OH MY GOD! IS THAT A GO—MMPHH!!"

The boy, wide-eyed and vibrating with excitement, was about to scream so loud he might've summoned the gods themselves—but his mother was faster.

With the reflexes of a battle-hardened warrior, she clamped a firm hand over his mouth, effectively silencing his outburst before it could attract the wrong kind of attention—like a gang of desperate cutthroats or a tax collector.

"Shut it, Rai!"

She hissed, her eyes darting around the marketplace like a paranoid fugitive.

"It's just a copper coin! Why are you screaming like you've seen a golden dragon taking a shit in the square?!"

Her grip tightened on his mouth, muffling his protests as he kicked his little legs like a fish out of water.

The kid wasn't even struggling because he was scared—he was just pissed that his precious moment of awe had been ruined.

The mother, however, was sweating bullets.