Born as an outsider, (Y/N) was born right on the southeastern border of the Empire in a large town. But with no family or friends, he grew up as homeless orphan, doing whatever to survive.
This eventually lead to him fleeing his homeland and living...
Incursio: "Looks like we still have some work to do."
Lubbock: "This still doesn't make sense... How did they manage to get past my traps?!"
(Y/N):
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Leone: "I'm not picking up anyone else's scent either..."
Incursio: "Whatever. Everyone is here, so let's just get this over with!"
Akame: "Right."
Mine: "But what are we going to do about him?" *Points to (Y/N)*
Leone: "I'll handle him." *Cracks knuckles* "I owe him a beatdown for that punk-ass move he pulled earlier."
Mine: "But what if I wanted to kill him first?!"
Leone: "I'll let you get your turn. But not before I have my fun first~" *Grins sadistically*
Mine: *Pouts* "Fine!"
Akame: !
Suddenly, Akame felt a bit woozy. The feeling was so sudden she dropped to the ground.
Incursio: "Akame?"
Everyone soon followed suit, minus the person in Incursio and (Y/N).
Incursio: "What's wrong with you guys?!"
Mine: "I... c-can't move... my body...!"
(Y/N): <The hell is going on here?>
Incursio: "This sensation I'm feeling... It's just like the one on the boat. Hypnosis, maybe?"
Akame: "N-No... I think it's... it's..."
(Y/N) opened and closed his hand with no restraint or difficulty.
(Y/N): *Whispers* "Interesting..."
From the top of a cliff, Dr. Stylish watched as Night Raid withered on the ground. One of the soldiers, a man with... odd-colored eyes surveyed the scene.
Rainbow Eyes: "It's working magnificently on all targets except the one wearing Incursio."
Dr. Stylish: "That's the effect of my Trump Card. It's an extremely powerful paralytic poison that I prepared ever so stylishly."
Another soldier, this one with a long proboscis and wearing very... Suspect clothing for a male became alarmed.
Sus-man: "Oh, but won't our allies be poisoned too?!"
Elf Ears: "Obviously the good doctor can just treat them with the antidote, moron."
Sus-man: "Seriously?! Oh, Master Stylish is a super GENIUS!"
Dr. Stylish: "I didn't want to test this on such lively new subjects, you know? This is an invaluable poison that I went through great pains to make. But I had no other choice! They were carving through our comrades!"
