The Bird's-foot trefoil fool

Chapter 1

Just because you were called a freak who was born with three quirks doesn't mean that you are born lucky.

The appearance or not.

The danger is always around. Judgment against a story of a boy who became a hero in the underworld network.

Will he and Class A-1 punish evil and protect their loved ones? After all, one small crack does not mean that you are broken, It means that you were put to the test and you didn't fall apart.

Just yet...

A heavy rainstorm plowed through the city.

People rushing down the streets as they head to their dry and warm homes.

All but a few of those who are enjoying the rain. One of them stood on a roof building as they looked down.

One of them was waving a signal to the others.

The others accepted the signal and withdrew back to the shadows as they left the only standing figure in the rain.

The figure wore a black coat while their swords were decorated around the waist.

The figure was a boy known as Victor Fafnir, a vigilante and a hitman infamous across the underground network.

As Victor fingered two rings attached to a necklace chain. He remembers on the rainy days.

The dark times in his childhood.

Not that his parents were strict nor neglected him despite his parents being in a political marriage but they were especially proud that he became a successful prodigy in swordsmanship. They were happy together as a family.

Sadly, things do not last as long as his parents were killed by greedy people. The greedy people weren't after his parents because of a grudge.

It was because he was born with three quirks.

After his parents' murder, Victor was quickly forced to move to Italy where he was raised for over ten years before heading back to Japan.

Staring at the two rings before proceeding to draw his grappling gun.

Victor stood there as his thoughts and plans were made. Pocketing his rings away.

Someone is about to die today.

An executor.

A murderer to soil their hands for those hungry heroes seeking attention.

Besides, to Victor, the Political Language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable. From the beginning, Victor was not a hero or a villain but a legal vigilante.

This is his story where he helps lead the greatest hero in future history.

Noted: I am rewriting the story after I came back from my very semester in college but I have to admit that I knew that college would be difficult but not that extreme but I promised I will try to upload the story if I have the chance.

Also for those who have read my other stories like The first nomu. Please read the notes because I ain't repeating this warning while I am currently laid out my career. I did this because I do this as a hobby. Please do not ask for updates or I am deciding either to discontinue it or deleting the entire thing.

Also happy holidays!

1. Political Language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable.- George Orwell