3rd Person POV
The man massaged his temples as he flipped through the reports of the previous night. Next to his table stood a slightly younger man, looking away nervously, eyes darting to every inch of the room save for the desk in front of him.
"How many of our men were sent out yesterday?"
"Tw-twelve, sir,"
"And only five returned?"
"A-affirmations."
"Seven of our best men died last night."
"That seems to be correct."
The elder looked at him with a mixture of exhaustion and anger in his eyes.
"This was all done by a sixteen year old high schooler."
The younger man nodded, albeit hesitatingly.
"Alright, thank you Akinari; we will have this sorted out in due time."
"And how would you like to go f-forward with that, sir?"
"That is none of your concern," the man looked him right in the eye sending shivers down Akinari's spine.
"Of-of course, sir-"
"But since you asked, I might as well tell you. Lean forward."
Slowly, the younger moved towards the desk.
"We kill them."
Akinari's eyes widened in shock as he processed those words.
"But they're still a high schooler sir. Don't you think that's a bit too harsh??"
"I did not ask for your opinion. Never forget that it's a life for our lives. Leave."
Akinari stuttered a "Yes sir,' as he rushed out of the confinements of the room.
He probably shouldn't have taken up this job.
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FanfictionA Gender Neutral Y/n x Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu fic, sent in a non - despair au. Ultimate HSHL Sniper, Y/n L/n was admitted to Hope's Peak, a school for all high-school level Ultimate students, where they catch the eye of a particular student; but is it for...
