Assassin's Beginning

This is my first story, I don't really care if people judge it harshly, I just wanna have a try at making a story and have a bit of fun and if I find that I really enjoy it, I'll continue to make stories,now that's enough of me ranting, lets get on with the story

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A sigh escaped the young Assassin's mouth as he made his way along one of the rundown streets in the capital city of a little island named Rheingold. He was headed towards one of the many arenas in the city that the assassin schools often used for practice, and he was already late. His bright reddish-orange eyes darted around, observing the street, taking in every little detail that might be helpful to him.

His hands were in his leather vest pockets, his arms bare to the winter cold. Many had told him he would end up freezing to death, but he didn't really mind the cold as is never really bothered him. He starts to pick up his pace towards the arena.

Five minutes later he reaches the arena and enters with a cocky smirk as everyone stopped training and sparring to watch him enter. He chuckles as one of his superiors jogged up to him. "Fir, I expect you to come earlier next time, your lucky it was me here and not one of the others that have been put in charge of your sorry ass." The superior turns around at the crowd an yells, "What are you all waiting for, get back to fighting." She puts her mask back on and jogs back to her station at the far end of the arena

The young assassin leans against the side panel of the arena and waits for an opponent to show up, not caring about what the superior.

A fellow student calls out to him. "Hey Flame! Get your lazy ass over here."

He looks at who called him to see a pale girl with long black hair tied up in a ponytail and chuckles. "Ok if you insist." He starts walking over to where she stood with a cocky smirk.

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Little cliffhanger. What'll happen next, well, we'll just have to wait and find out if I make another chapter, til next time