The Huntsman of Red V2

Chapter 60 Cursed Arm (Sub Arc End)

-Weiss Schnee Notes:

-Class: Introductory Magic Artifacts

-Professor: Archer of the Rose Mercenaries

-Lecture 13: Hassan-i-Sabbah

-Subheading: Cursed Arm

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"In a land lost to Remnant's history where strife and conflict still led to infighting in a world at war with the Grimm, a secret order was formed to rebel against the unjust and the heretical. A covert following of master Assassins were born."

-Thoughts: Barbaric. No better than White Fang.

"Named after the Old Man of the Mountain who founded the organization, each successive generation donned the mantle of the name Hassan."

-Thoughts: Hassan, root word tracing from Assassin? Was that where it came from? It's a bit different from the records in the Schnee library, but not everything was recorded in mankind's lost territories.

"Nineteen Hassan's existed, qualifying only after completing their own unique killing technique that would swiftly and reliably bring death on their target. Hassan of Serenity, a master of poison whose very blood and body ran dark with toxin; Hassan of the Hundred Faces, a master of disguise and infiltration; and in this case, Hassan of the Cursed Arm."

-Thoughts: Jab Ruby. Get her to ask if they still exist. Strengths and weaknesses?

"Feared for their capability, they were fiercely hunted down and killed. Those that survived were said to have faded into obscurity over time, but not all of those deaths were just. Those bearing the stigma of Assassin were ostracized and used. Cursed Arm was no exception."

-Thoughts: Do you expect pity for a murderer who killed our friends and professors? History is irrelevant. Focus on weaknesses. Solutions!

"Tasked with killing a tyrant, he returned home to find his mountain village razed to the ground, family and friends murdered, and a trap waiting for him. He died as he did living, dagger in hand, faith in Remnant's future shattered."

-Thoughts: That doesn't excuse his actions. On my name as Schnee, I'll surely put him down.

"Relatively speaking, Cursed Arm is one of the weakest of the Hassans. Speed, strength, dexterity, he lacked anything that could compare to the founder, but his killing technique is perhaps one of the most potent. As all should know, a curse is imbued in his right arm that can kill with a touch. Beyond that arm, he can be contended against with conventional means, but let me ask you all this...would an Assassin ever fight head on?"

-Thoughts: Freeze the arm with a glyph, and it's as good as won? Easy enough. The last time didn't count. She just hadn't been ready for that level of killing intent and had frozen up. It wasn't because she was scared.

"At your current levels, don't even try. There's no way any of you will fend off his cursed arm."

-Thoughts:...

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A muffled scream echoed down Beacon's dormitory hall as a door was forced open. A figure immediately pounced out, but their ankles were grabbed and the person fell flat on the ground. The person tried to escape but was quickly pulled back into the room, the door slamming shut again as her nails dug into the floor in vain.

Blake squirmed and thrashed, eyes bloodshot and narrowed as she was barred from the exit again! Her back hunched into an arc, bucking and kicking as she tried to get herself free.