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3rd Person POV
The intense rays of the sun shone brightly, piercing through every glass window and creeping into every curtain space. Yet, despite the greatness of the sun-rays, it could not illuminate the single corner of town—an alley.
The loud thump of a body colliding with concrete echoed through the walls followed by a few grunts.
"Please–AHH! No! I'm sorry! You won't have to wait any longer!" a male with flamed hair cried.
"Too damn late, Kanji." the gentlewoman spoke. A fairly sharpened tomahawk toyed in her hands.
"No, just one more-!" the man was immediately cut off when he was decapitated.
Blood splattered across the woman's inscrutable expression. Her seemingly peaceful and tranquil features masked the utter disgust and shame she felt deep within. For this was not her choice, but a demand from the one she could seek no right to refuse.
Her father, Suguru Geto.
The man she had just slaughtered was an undercover jujutsu sorcerer, hired to gather intel from the prestige school, Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School. The information he received and had given was much too little for Geto's liking that he hired her—his own daughter, to take the poor man's life.
It was for a matter of business and training. For he wanted her to succumb to the feelings of nothing. No sympathy or remorse. He didn't want her slaughters to relate to that of euthanasia, he wanted her to become inexorable with them.
Finally, she tossed. Her breakfast and lunch drained itself of her body. Burning her esophagus and pharynx. The bitter taste of hydrochloric acid staining her taste buds.
Her hand flattened onto the wall just beside her, assisting her in keeping balance before quickly balling up into a fist. Her knuckles pressed against the wall as the other wielded her blood stained weapon. Her teeth clenched together as anger fueled her being.
"Pitiful!" she kicked and pounded the wall. "I threw up again!" she raged further.
"Now now my dear," a familiar sinister voice crept from the shadows, "you've shown improvement. No need to be so hard on yourself, this issue will come to be resolved soon." the unco unveiled themself from lurking beneath the shadows.
Her Father.
He rested his hand on her shoulder and brushed through her hair with his other. Although, he showed actions of solace, her enraged demeanor did not falter.
"Come on now dear, soften your features," he caressed her cheek. She screwed her eyes close from the sudden touch and took a deep breath.
"Yes, father.." she sighed, he gave a slight chuckle.
"Good girl, now worry not. We'll have much more time to practice before you go on your own mission." he smirked.
She nodded as a very gentle grin crept onto her face. Her first mission rather than a small task or errand. This is all she's been training for. All she's ever dedicated herself to. As much as she is a person for feeling, she's simply wanted the best approval from her father. Especially knowing he took her in after her mother left.
"I won't let you down."
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Authors Speech_
Hello !! Alright, guys so here's the new Yuta fic! The new and improved version of " A New Sunshine " ! I hope this one reaches better expectations and wishes ! I hope you all enjoy !!!!
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