3rd person POV:
With an earpiece on his ear, Yn spied on the K.T industry building on a very high and close to it.
Makoto:(on coms) What do you see?
Yn: Office workers...
Makoto:(on coms) Gerald?
Gerald:(on coms) I can see a large aura deep in the center of the building like last time however its position or status has not changed whatsoever.
Yn: We've been doing this for days, why don't we just sneak in?
Makoto:(on coms) Easier said than done. Everyone in there knows what I look like.
Yn: Then we'll go in.
Makoto:(on coms) I'm not sending children to do my dirty work. I forbid you to go.
Yn: What are you? My mother?
Yn:(thinks).....
Yn: Unrelated question, do you have children? Perhaps one that is missing?
Makoto:(on coms) What?
Gerald:(on coms) She's not your mother, you fool...
Yn: I'm just making sure.
Makoto:(on coms) How old do you think I am?
Yn:..... Pass.
He goes silent and continues with his staring contest with the K.T building.
Not realizing it, until now, Yn found this scenario familiar somehow.
Chalking it up to one of the movies he's seen, Yn ignores the sense of familiarity and continues spying.
(Opening theme)
(Unknown time and place)
Sitting down in silence, the great Kira listened to his father's words.
"K.T is an organization consisting of ex-clan member who is using science to research Chi." The father said.
With a stoic expression, Kira simply waited for an explanation.
"It seems as if they've got a sample of your blood. And are using it to create copies of you." The father explained.
Kira silently stood up and looked at his father. He then spoke.
"Did you give them my blood?" Was his only words.
"No." Responded his father.
Turning around, Kira left without saying another word.
As he walked through his village to get to the exit so he may hunt down those who wished to copy him, Kira noticed all the stares he was getting from the villagers.
This was no surprise to Kira. Since he was young, the villagers were barely able to catch a glimpse of the prince.
And now that he was wildly known as the greatest killer, seeing him was to them a great honor.
Like a celebrity walking by, they stared in awe. But they also were careful in what they did, for he was a fantastic assassin.
Some of the villagers offered him bread, but he continued walking.
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Assassin's new normal life
AdventureOne of the world's oldest jobs is hired killers, ninjas, or simply... assassins. Due to the need and demand for assassins, entire clans were formed that still exist in modern-day, to raise killers with how to do their job correctly while passing on...
