After he was done practicing with the pen, Neo glanced at it and sighed.
It was getting a little too effective.
If he kept going like this, one day some mafia boss was going to tell a wild story—"He killed three men in a bar with a pen. With a fucking pen!"
Neo rubbed his face, muttering, "No one's going to take me seriously if my deadliest weapon is office supply."
He stood up and scanned the room for something more intimidating.
After rummaging through a few drawers, he found a small fruit knife.
It was small and sharp enough to be controlled easily. Just the right balance.
Neo placed it on the desk in front of him. He backed away a few steps, then focused.
The knife hovered at eye level.
Neo moved it quickly to the right, then to the left. A small grin formed on his face.
SWOOOOSH!
The knife cut through the air, stopping mid-flight before spinning again and changing direction awkwardly.
