The Silent Weapon

Chapter 6: Silk

9 years later

Kei's pov

Konichiwa. My name is Yukimura Kei . I'm 18 years old. I'm currently a trainee in the most elite division of the angle'd assassination guild, the Aoi barajou division.

My, or rather, my parent's goal is to mold me into a good successor in the family. Since I already graduated in the academy, all I needed to do is to train to become a heir they wanted me to be.

But there are two things that are keeping me out of the way.

First of all, I don't want to even do it from the beginning. All I wanted was a normal life. Friends that had my back and vice versa. Skip school and talk casually from time to time. And enjoyed it while it lasted. Its a good life, but it became a "was" this time.

I had to become the successor of the main family. It wasn't like I had the choice most likely. If I did, I'll exchange all the riches they give for it. I swear on it.

Second is...

"Keep your eyes focused on the target, Yukimura!!" My senior said, as he narrowed his eyes. Looking at the missed bullet I fired, with no spiritual magic whatsoever.

I always mess up in practical trainings. In fact, I always mess up in everything. No matter how much I tried, I stumble and fall. Just like in the academy.

Cause here's the thing... I may be a heir, but I don't have any spiritual magic within me. I barely made it with my academic grades (I even had to be tutored every day, which was  torture)

I'm just an ordinary useless human being just like what my Onee chan says. I'm starting to wonder how I got this far.

The only thing that makes me less normal is that I have a spiritual weapon and a shinigami. Then again, I have to use my "spiritual strength" to use it probably. Which I don't have. The large spear? Maybe.

I sighed. I already want to return back to high school the moment I entered the entrance. Two shinigamis greeted me with warnings. They're called to be the guardians of the division. I just call them plain guards.

The lobby seemed ordinary, yeah. With the reception and receptioners. But when you look at them closely, you'll see their eyes blank. They were also shinigamis who knows to kick intruders off (as well as at the entrance) Don't ask how they do it. I shuddered.

The rest of the lobby looked expectedly high class. Everything is so simple yet you could tell it took a price.

The walls and floor could carry out echoing sounds made by anything even with the slightest movement. There was an abundant supply of rose fragrance. The reception was at least made out of hard titanium. (I have no idea why it's made out of it)

I carried on, following a shinigami who's guiding me around.

Let's see... the moment I tried the elevator, was the moment I hated myself. We have to use the magic that I don't have. I'm fact, everything needs magic.

Luckily, the division prepared for that kind of catastrophe created for people like me. A card.

Yep, you heard me. A card, not just any card. A card that has spiritual magic which I don't have. Lucky me.

Why is it so damn unfair in my life?
Sorry there, I had to snap.

Here I am now, outside the headquarters. Holding a sniper with my ears covered. 3 shots, missed. I could almost feel sweat dripping off my temples by now.

My senior told me to take a break for now. I dropped down to the ground while I heard a "Hmph".

Suddenly, I looked up out of instinct. The wind changed it's direction and the tension dig deeper. I was confused.