The One Who Left It All Behind

Chapter 1: The Heavenly Man

The year is 2145, and currently, things were going rather well for the city of Fukuoka. No large disturbances had caused any sort of chaos, and the people felt a sense of ease when walking through its busy streets. But much like many causal relationships, where there is light, there is also darkness brewing in places where it cannot reach.

In particular, we see a man roughly in his twenties, with black curly hair, wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and matching pants with sandals walking up Fukuoka Tower. While the attire itself was nothing to be skeptical of, but in a place such as the Fukuoka Tower, some would say his outfit was... unconventional. Nevertheless, he continued to just do what he wanted.

Why was he at the tower? Two reasons, to talk to an associate of his, and get paid for whatever job he gave him. After finding a private area of the tower, he met up with a well dressed man, with a slender build, while wearing a purple blazer and dress pants, as well as black dress shoes and white shirt.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here? Fushiguro, how have you been, my friend?" The man spoke.

"Giran. It certainly has been some time, hasn't it."

"Let me guess... you lost all your money again, and want me to offer you a job, right?"

"You know me so well." The young man responded. "What can I say? Gambling is one of my favourite things in the world. In fact, a lot more people should get into it."

"Well then they would just turn out like you." He said as a slight jab.

"Alright, alright. Do you have any jobs for me?"

"Why yes. You know, you're one lucky guy. I was gonna offer this job to the next schmuck I came across, by why not get the best of the best?"

"So what's the job?"

"We've been asked to "take care" of someone, for the low price of three million yen."

The man named Fushiguro whistled as such a bounty, as he took a look at Girans phone to see the picture of the target. The target was roughly described as a "curvy woman with long blonde hair, with what appeared to be snakes protruding out of her hair." But based on the description, it was correctly assumed that the target was the Snake Hero: Uwabami.

"Wow, serious target we got here. It's been a while since you've gotten me to go after a pro." The young man commented.

"Our client has a very... peculiar reason for this. He's hoping to use her for an experiment he's conducting. In particular he's-"

"Didn't ask why the client wanted her dead. As long as they have the payment, I don't exactly care. Now... how much are they offering?"

Giran, despite the rudeness from his colleague, merely grabbed his phone off the young man's hand and lit up a cigarette.

"They're wanting the body in perfect condition. You can kill her, but don't do anything too severe. Got it? He'll be coming here when we've confirmed her death, so try to get it done quickly."

"As you wish."

The young man proceeded to leave the tower, making his way down, while Giran continued to take a breathe of his cigarette, and answer an incoming call. 

"Hello?" He answered.

"Has anyone accepted the job?" The voice asked.

"Oh yeah. Got a really great man for the job. Based on his previous jobs, I'd say he could get you the body by a few days at most."