Like a stealthy shadow you moved, like a thief you stole his life. One swift move and he falls to the ground. A perfect white blanket of snow painted in crimson.
This is my story; I am Jiro from the Hiroshi House.
My father Shirito is the head of the house. Ever since childhood I was trained to be the best assassin. There is no room for errors, even a slight mistake can lead to great punishment. All I could remember from my childhood is the harsh training. I have no memory of my mother; my father told me she died when she gave birth to me. I used to wish she was here, maybe if she was here everything would have been different, but now all the harsh training had numbed all of my senses. I am no longer able to feel anything.
Today is the day that I will finally become an assassin, today is my first mission. My target is Shoji, one of the King’s trusted men, too bad for him this will be his last day, and if he hadn’t disagreed with the prince’s cousin he would have seen the sun rise again. Sayonara Shoji-san! It’s a cold winter night; snow is falling heavily from the skies. I followed him through the dark streets of the city, one swift move and he falls down the soft blanket of snow.
I went back to the house and report to my father that I had finished the mission. I went back to my room and slept. The next day the news of his death spreads throughout the city like a wildfire. I felt nothing; to me it’s just another day of living this lowly life.
More and more mission came, at first it was a little enticing, but now it all feels like a routine. Receive the mission and finish it…
