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𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙏 somewhere in Japan lies a little, two-storey convenience store. All sorts of people come and go there, and children familiar with the neighbor sometimes use it as a hangout spot.

Outside of the store stood a tall figure by the window. Those passing by couldn't help but stare, some wearily backing away and with understandable reasons. Their figure is taller than that of an average Japanese person, they also look ragged- with hair long and shriveled, and dark clothes that look a little worn out.

But what stood out of them the most is the long sheathed sword strapped on their back.

"Scary. . . "

"Should we call the police?"

"Mama, that person has a cool sword, just like in the movies!"

"Shh, don't look, sweetie. "

The stranger ignores the whispers of the street, or perhaps there are too fixated on what they're looking at to listen. Soon, they move away from the window, and walk towards the entrance of the store. The glass doors slid aside as soon as they step inside.

The store is almost bare of human life, aside from a fat man standing behind the counter, she ignores him for now and turns to a shelf.

This is Taro Sakamoto. An ex hit man.

And though he may seem uninterested, underneath those round glasses, he had been watching this sword wielding hobo since the moment they stepped in his line of sight from the outside of his store.

Sakamoto has his fair share of assassination attempts, more so now that he's retired.

All tried to act casual, but their strong killing intent had given them away far too many times. He won't be surprise if this one is another assassin, the sword is obviously a dead give away!

But he does find this 'assassin' strange. The weapon is showing, but he feels no bloodlust on them.

'Must be very confident with their skill. That, or just really shitty undercover job. '

"Here."

A voice spoke, surprising soft and meek. Followed by a peach soda can and an onigiri being placed on the top of the counters. Sakamoto stares at the items, then gazes up to the person's eye level.

The stranger is actually a few inches taller than him now that he sees them up close. Adding that with a slight muscular build, many would definitely be intimidated. But upon closer inspection, Sakamoto could see the feminine features hiding under those strands of hair. And from the voice earlier, he realized he's facing a girl.

. . .A tall, slightly messy, sword wielding girl.

Sakamoto silently checks out the items while the girl watches.

"Hey," She called out. Sakamoto paused, turning to his customer with hands hiding underneath the counter. The girl didn't seem to notice his subtle actions.

"Are you. . . "

Fingers twitched against a pen, ready to strike.

". . .Hiring right now? "