As the multiversal tournament of power draws to a close, all mortal life in Universe 6 is obliterated. Unexpectedly, Hit, its legendary millennium assassin, is pardoned and given a second chance at life. His soul is whisked away, bypassing the fabri...
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After stepping out of his room, Hit was ready for anything. He was quite disappointed when he was met with a narrow, dingy corridor, paint peeling from the walls in some places. Honestly, Hit felt like he had insulted his past opponents a little by walking out with his usual battle pose. "Why is it so..."
"Humble?", Mary finished for him.
"Not the word I would have used", a slightly repulsed Hit thought.
"Well, what with our village being rather small, and due to most of our working-age people moving to the labyrinth city, we have been struggling for quite some time. There aren't many of us left..." Mary deflated, looking depressed. Realising she had company, she put on a happy face. "We always try our best though!"
It seemed that the commotion drew some attention, as a few of the other inhabitants of the orphanage filtered into the hallway.
"Mama, who's that?" One of the children asked.
Mary turned to the little ones. "Oh, hello everyone! This is Hitch, he's finally woken up after such a long time."
A few voiced their surprise.
"Oh..."
"Wow..."
"Who?"
Mary put a hand on Hitch's shoulder. "Go on, say hi".
'Oh no. I'm not doing this.' Hit frowned at the little tykes, an intimidating aura somehow radiating from him.
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All the youngsters shivered slightly. "He's scary..." The youngest hid behind a taller boy for safety.
"Now, now, everything's fine. He's just a little overwhelmed at the moment. We're going for a short walk, don't mind us." Mary attempted to lighten the mood.
"'kay", "okay", "have fun...". The small creatures gradually departed to find something else to gawk at.
Mary's grip on Hit's shoulder tightened slightly. "You were the oldest one here for quite some time Hitch. I'm afraid everyone who was around your age either left for work or adventure".
