After ten, the shadow of death and terrifying pressure that always followed him disappeared.
He felt light and comfortable. Being without pressure was such a nice feeling.
He finally understood how to defeat the fear carried by death. The solution was only death itself.
He laughed as the frost on his eyelashes spreaded out like a white flower.
Master, do you see that?
I am about to change my fate.
You said I will die at twenty.
Now, even though I am not fifteen yet, I am about to die.
Fate is actually not undefeatable.