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"Now, if you've all been listening to these past lessons, when the first Quirk-related laws came to be, the main concern of the governments around the world was to maintain order and stability by ensuring that any Quirk users with hostile intentions would not wreak havoc. Many tactics were tried, from simple traps to high-tech containment vaults, each outfitted for the criminal's unique quirk, but as the profession of the Pro-Hero rose from the chaos, the responsibility of the capturing was moved to the heroes themselves, rather than blahblahblahblah…"

Uugghh…what the history teacher's saying right now is probably important, but I really can't bring myself to care. If it wasn't for my breakfast, I would've fallen asleep by now. I try to write down whatever he's saying, but I'm sure it'll come out as a scrabbled mess when I look at it after school. Or when I get some food in my stomach.

It depends on when I drift off to sleep.

Yeah, as my classmates have guessed, I didn't sleep too well last night. I looked in a mirror before class, and the bags under my eyes combined with my pale skin could've made look like a zombie. Which is only one step lower than what I usually am here, but I digress.

I silently groan as I drag my arms across my desk. How did I turn out like this? I slept for a good number of hours, I didn't stay up too late and I know for a fact that there was nothing under my futon…

…oh right. That dream.

I've had some pretty weird dreams in the past, but none of them were even remotely close to what I saw last night. Not only that, but I could still feel grains of sand whipping around me, the pit of darkness clawing at me…and that bell. Something was awfully wrong about that sound. It's like my soul was trying to leave my body every time it rang (or tolled?)

…was there something in my food last night? The beef did look a little weird-

"Ogawa-kun? Ogawa-kun?"

I quickly raise my head to see the teacher – a short, thin man – looking at me with irritation, which quickly morphed into concern, attracting the attention of the class. I can already hear the rumor mill churning out by lunchtime.

"Ogawa-kun, are you all right? You seem awfully pale."

More than usual, you mean? Is it really that bad?

"I'm a little dizzy, thanks. Trouble sleeping."

The teacher raised his eyebrow in disbelief, as 'trouble sleeping' didn't seem to match how I looked now to him. "Well, I think you should go see the nurse after class. I'm glad you are trying to pay attention, but your health is a priority."

Wow, you think I don't know that? I didn't know it would get this bad! Outwardly, I nod. "I will, thank you sensei."

The teacher nodded with satisfaction and returned to his lecture, drawing the eyes of the class back to him. Huh, no-one's whispering anything. For high-schoolers, that's weird.

"As I was saying, after the first 'control protocols' for Quirked were formed and the Pro-Heroes along with them, laws regarding the usage of Quirks for Pros were quickly established. One of the more famous laws was called the 'Quirk Force Management Law', which heavily restricted the use of Quirks for combat purposes and often produced negative repercussions to any Pro who severely injured or killed using a Quirk. Later on, this law was loosened, as the sheer variety and danger of some villain Quirks required force greater than usually expected, but the 'no-killing' clause is still binding even today, as to allow due process and alleviate any tensions between -"

RING! RING! RING!

Not even trying to listen anymore, I grabbed my things and bolted out the door. In seconds I reached the nearest bathroom and dumped my bag on the ground before looking in the mirror. Yeah, it still looked bad. I wash my face and a bit of my hair to try and recover myself. Damn it, what on earth was that dream!?

I take a few deep breaths and manage to calm myself down. Breathe in, breathe out, in, out.

I feel my emotions settle and the fog lifting from my head; good. If I kept going like this, I wouldn't be surprised if I snapped at someone by the end of the day.

I dry off my hands and lean down to pick up my bag when I notice something peeking out of it that didn't look like a book. Curious, I open my bag further and…wait, what!?

What the hell is that mask doing here!?

I can feel my right eye twitch as I hold the mask in my hands, staring at the blue 'x' on its forehead in disbelief? How did it get here!? Did I grab it by accident when I left home? If so, just how tired was I!?

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose with one hand. Seriously, this day is getting shittier by the hour. I don't need the teachers seeing this, much less my classmates; Kami-sama knows what would happen if they did, and I really don't want them to sully this precious gift with their dirty, ignorant hands. Hey, not my fault that they're like most of the world, so narrow-minded.

I gently rub the mask as I regain my bearings. Thankfully, it doesn't like the mask's been broken or damaged in any way. I glimpse my bag on the floor and a thought popped in my head. If the mask is here, does that mean…?

I reach down and feel inside the bag, only to stop and silently groan when cold steel meets my fingers. Of course the knife would be there!

I take a few more deep breaths. Okay, okay, stay calm, just leave it at the bottom of the bag and hope the teachers don't get nosy. Act like your usual miserable self until school ends and it will be all over. Sorry my dear World Collection, but my headache is more important.

I place the mask back in the bag and close it tightly before powerwalking back to class. Luckily, there was still a minute or two before the bell rang again, so I had just enough time to sit down and take out my notebook and pencil without upsetting the teacher. I entered the classroom and did just that when I noticed some of the other students glancing at me from the corner of their eyes. Normally I don't give a damn on what people say about me (or any other asinine rumor that high-school students love to spread), but I did feel a tiny bit curious, so…

"Look at him. He looks like a ghost." You look like rat shit, thank you.

"What do you think happened?" How should I know?

"Dunno. Maybe stayed out in a graveyard too long? OW!" Seriously, do I REALLY look like a ghost!? My skin is not that pale! Thanks.

"I feel for him, I looked like that one time. Late-night shooting game marathons do not help." Wise words, my man. Neither does playing the entire Skyrim DLC campaign in one night.

"Ew. Creepy."

Ouch. Well, my chances of getting a girlfriend just went down, not that they were very high in the first place. Hey, even a man of taste like myself isn't immune to basic desires. I'm no pervert, but I wouldn't mind someone.

Well, that's the ups and downs of super-hearing. You hear stuff you want to hear, and you hear stuff that you don't.

The day went by with less of a hassle than I thought it would, to my relief. I must've washed pretty well, because I managed to not fall asleep during any of the classes and the teachers paid me no mind. Lunch helped even more, especially since sweet-and-sour chicken was on the menu, one of the only foods the cafeteria doesn't muck up. Apart from the history teacher, the only one who seemed to notice something was Makoto-sensei. She was watching us copy down from the board and I saw her shoot me a worried glance. Whether it was because of yesterday's events or what she heard in the teacher's lounge I don't know, but she didn't confront me about it after class, so…yeah.

As the last bell finally rang, I calmly walked out of the school while avoiding the human river that gushed out of the doors. While I did feel a little better, I was still going to head straight home. I needed to get some proper rest, and nothing was going to stop me!

Looking back, I knew I should've never said anything.

I had just exited the train station and was walking down the street to my house when I passed by an alleyway. A few seconds later, the soft sound of footsteps reached my ears, and they seemed to be rising in frequency. This was not good. I slightly turned my head and looked out of the corner of my eye; walking behind me was a hooded man wearing a dirty coat and a surgical mask. His eyes seemed dead, yet I knew they were utterly focused on me.

My neighborhood was far from being a slum and barely had a crime rate, but it seems my luck was bad enough that I'm actually being targeted by the lone (and utterly random) criminal around here. I tried to stay calm and speed up a little, but my hands started to feel clammy and a few drops of cold sweat slid down my neck. I had to keep my focus on walking as to not collapse, but I knew if I didn't do something, I would-

"Turn left."

It was only by sheer willpower that I didn't stop. Great, now I'm hearing voices?

"If thou wish to live, turn left."

I looked up ahead and saw the sidewalk diverging into another alleyway on my left. A possible getaway, but I didn't have time to ponder as the sound of footsteps grew louder. I took a deep breath and bolted for the alley. I must've startled the punk because he paused for a second before the sound of running reached my ears. I went in the alley and stepped in the shadows, hoping he might not see me.

"Whatever he does, do not move."

I pressed myself onto the wall as the thug entered the alley, his head veering left and right searching for me. I resisted the urge to wet my lips or clear my throat as he slowly approached me. He slowly stepped to where I was, and I had to hold my breath in as to not draw any attention…oh, no.

He's right in front of me!

Right. In. Front. Of. Me!

I was a hair's breadth close to shutting my eyes, I did not want to see what he did to…wait a second.

He's just…staring. Not even looking at me. Like I'm not even here.

How? I'm pretty sure that my heart is beating so loud it's like a rock concert.

The thug seemed to growl before slowly advancing down the alley, with me looking at him as he slowly walked, step by step.

How?

How could he not see me?

"Clench thy fist."

Okay, three things were seriously wrong here. First, why am I hearing voices? Second, why is said voice talking like one of those old period movies? Third…why the hell am I listening to him? (No female could sound that low).

"I am saving thy life, fool. Now clench thy fist."

I hesitated for a second before removing my right hand from the wall and slowly closing it. Just as I was about to fully close it though, I nearly jumped in surprise by what appeared into it from thin air; the dagger.

Okay, this was going too far. Last I checked I didn't have a teleporting quirk.

"Raise the dagger and throw it, while the filth's back is turned."

Throw the dagger? How!? I've never held a weapon in my life! How am I supposed to know how to throw a dagger!?

"Breathe, contractor. Allow the world around thee to dissolve. Let nothing but the target to distract thee."

…I took a look to my right. I was a few good meters away from the main street. I could maybe escape, but I don't know how fast he can run, or what Quirk he has, so running isn't an option. I looked back at the criminal, who had stopped in the middle of the alley. I don't really know why, but the idea of running and letting this guy do what he wanted made me wrinkle my nose in disgust. If he was willing to target a high-schooler like me, who knows what he could do? And to whom he could it to?

No, I had to stop him.

I took a deep, quiet breath and focused on the thug's back. The alley's sides, the pavement and the sky seemed to blur. Only the thug seemed visible, his outline seemingly shimmering. I slowly raised the dagger, robotically turning it in my hand as though I knew how to do it all my life. It was like my body was on autopilot; I knew what I was doing, but I didn't really know how I was doing it.

I ever-so-slightly inhaled, flicked my wrist…and watched as the dagger flew from my hand like a bullet, right to where his heart was. The blade pierced his back with such force that only the hilt was seen sticking out. The thug twitched…and fell lifeless on the floor.

My breath hitched in my throat as I saw trickles of liquid that I knew was blood leak from his back. I killed someone. I, who had never so much as gotten in a fight, had killed someone. Strangely enough, I only felt a little dizzy, and not the disgust or intense nausea I've heard of from books or movies. No shame or horror.

No disgust.

No questioning my morality.

Nothing.

In fact, in some dark corner of my mind, I was…dare I say it…happy at seeing him dead.

Why didn't that terrify me?

"If thou wish to remain hidden, we should make haste and leave. Retrieve the knife first."

Ah, it's that voice again. Before I could even think of a response, my hand went into autopilot again. I flicked my wrist upwards and the dagger flew into my hand from the thug's back. I gaped in total confusion for a moment before looking at the body again, and promptly dashing out of the alleyway. I panted frantically as I ran all the way to my apartment, not pausing even once. There were few people outside, so I didn't have to avoid hitting anyone. I soon reached my apartment and quickly unlocked the door. Out of breath, I peeked inside and saw that no-one was there, so Mom must still be at work. I locked the door behind me with shaking hands before running to my room, where I finally dropped my bag and fell to the floor in a smorgasbord of negative emotions.

Right, now I feel like hurling. I nearly punch the floor in frustration and confusion at what happened. My legs – having felt like red-hot iron rods all the way here – seemed to feel like melted ice cream now, utterly useless. I wipe my forehead with my still-shaking hand then move it over my heart. It was calmer now, but its drumming seemed to make the room vibrate with every throb. I tried to take deep breaths like before, and while it did help, it felt like my throat was being scratched from the inside each time.

I needed a shower, and maybe a nap, homework be damned. In the middle of the day. Yeah, it's that serious.

"Put on the mask, contractor."

…oh right, for a moment I forgot about that. "Okay, just who are you!? Where the hell are you!?"

A low grumbling filled my head, almost like a vicious snarl.

"If thou desire answers, then put on the mask."

I hold back a groan. Seriously, can't I have just a moment's peace!? Why the hell am I listening to a voice in my head!?

"I saved thy life, contractor. Or dost thou believe that the death of the filth was mere luck?"

I opened my mouth to retort, but words failed to come out as I looked back on what happened. He had a point; I killed (a small shudder went up my spine) a man by throwing a knife, when I didn't even have the skill how to use one regularly, also, I seemed to become invisible despite the thug standing right next to me.

The voice spoke again, this time its tone seemingly softer.

"I…understand how this might be confusing to thee, but I swear by Allah that I shall give you the answers thou seek if you put on the mask."

I sat on the floor, tapping my fingers before sighing. I admit this was…insane, to put it lightly, but a part of me was curious as to what the voice had to say. I reached into my bag and pulled out the mask, staring at its visage for a moment. It felt…warmer for some reason. I swallowed, placed the mask on my face…

…and the world became darkness.

The first thing I felt was sand.

As I lay on the ground, I felt my fingers dig through soft grains of sand, even as I tried to open my eyes. I groaned as my body twitched, trying to orient itself. I managed to raise my head and shake it…only to stumble back in fright at what I saw.

Two enormous pitch-black cliffs, reaching the sky with no end in sight, flanked my vision. The sky was a dull gray, with only the feeblest of sunlight seemingly penetrating the clouds. In front of me was a network of stone bridges, archways and caverns, all illuminated by a ghostly blue light in the distance. Strange voices whispered in the air, in foreign tongues and so faintly they could be mistaken for wind.

I reached up to rub my eyes, only to pause when my fingers touched something hard which was definitely not skin. I slowly felt my face, my eyes widening as I recognized the feel:

It was the mask!

I frantically grabbed its sides and tried to pull it off, but to my horror it was stuck to my face! I looked around desperately, trying to find something to pry it off when a familiar deep voice froze me in my tracks.

"I would not advise thee to do that. It is what's keeping thou alive in this place."

I turned around so quickly that I might've gotten whiplash only to freeze again. In front of me was a tall figure, wearing a black cloak and hood that covered most of his body. His armored hands clutched the pommel of a very huge and familiar sword. His face was covered with an even more familiar skull mask, with two horns protruding from the hood and fiery blue eyes glowing from the eyeholes. But the most terrifying thing about him was the aura he seemed to exude. It made me feel utterly powerless, like I was a leaf that was about to fall from a tree at any moment.

The silence stretched out between us, even the faint whispering ceased. The fact that I was not running and screaming like a little girl was a miracle in of itself. I waited for him to say something, but he just kept staring at me with that infernal blue stare. I opened and closed my mouth to try and speak, but I couldn't form any good question in my head. After what seemed like a minute later, I deiced to just start with something simple:

"Where am I?"

The cloaked figure hummed before replying. "Thou art in the place that exists everywhere and nowhere. It lingers on the edges of the world, in every dark corner, every cavern and valley, yet no living creature can ever enter…none besides you that is, and even then, thou art not really here."

He raised an arm from the sword and gestured behind me with his spiked gauntlet. "This is a place that is separate from the World. It has existed long before it, and it will exist long after it shall wither into dust. This is a place all men fear, but only a few dare to tread its paths. To you and to me however, it is a place of refuge, a place of meditation, a place of learning. It goes by names and many forms, but to us, it is the Mountain Abyss, the Valley in the Shadow of Death."

"…' as I walk through the valley in the shadow of death, I fear no evil…'" I mutter, the famous quote instantly popping into my mind. "Wait, are you saying that…this is that valley? It's an actual place!?"

"Where dost thou think that phrase comes from? The one who coined it saw a glimpse of this place, and the memory haunted him to his grave."

Huh…if I remember correctly, the phrase comes from the Christian Bible. Or was it the Jewish one? Anyway, doesn't matter. So now I know what this place is but…

"How did I get here?"

"The mask thou wear is a remnant of my time. The memories it carries have remained strong throughout the centuries, and a wisp of this valley's power has seeped into it during its creation. It latched on to you and sent your soul, your jahn here, so that we may communicate."

"Wait…my soul?"

"Indeed. Thy body is still in thy abode, appearing as if asleep."

Huh…like astral projection. I rub my chin in thought, mulling over the cloaked man's words. If what I assume is correct, he managed to talk to me because I had the mask in my possession. Now that I was wearing it, we could communicate face-to-face in this-

Wait a minute.

"You…you said that this mask was a remnant of your time?" The skull-faced man nodded.

"Then that means…" the memories of yesterday hit me like the Shinkansen. If he said that the mask was from his time, then that meant…

"This was one of the last findings in Alamut" Zelretch explained as I took the box gently. "I strongly believe that the Assassins wore similar masks when they were active."

Not just that…now that I think about it, his voice sounded familiar as well.

Thou cannot brave the truth yet…the truth of the one…

The voice…he was in my dream!

Yeah, if I wasn't going to crap my pants before, I sure felt like it now.

"Are…are you one of the Assassins?"

The man's eyes flashed red for a moment. "It appears that our legacy has not been forgotten. Yes, contractor, I am one of the Order of Assassins."

I nodded dumbly, trying very hard to scream. "But…but…how is that possible!? Your Order died out centuries ago! How can you still be alive!?"

"Thou art indeed correct, young contractor. My Order did finally perish at the hands of the Mongol invaders all those centuries ago. As to how I am here…" he slightly looked down, the shadows of his hood obscuring his mask even further.

"…I do not ever believe I ever stated that I am alive."

"…you're a ghost?"

"In a manner, though 'wraith' would be more appropriate."

"Huh…" I rubbed my face (or rather, mask) and let out short puffs of air. Okay, okay, calm yourself Ritsu. Don't panic, it's no big deal. You're just standing in front of a ghost of one of the Assassins! There's no reason to panic, just…yeah, not working. I meet the wraith's stare and try to think of something to cut the tension. I mean, this could be a rare opportunity providing I don't freak out-Woah, calm down!

"…um, might I ask you your name?" The wraith lifted his head and tilted it slightly to the side.

"I do believe I should ask for yours first, seeing how I saved your life."

He's avoiding the question…maybe it's an Assassin thing? "My name is Ritsu Ogawa. If…if you are what you say you are, then I am honored to meet you."

The man just waved me off. "Please, there is little honor in meeting a squirming wraith such as myself, but I thank thee nonetheless. Ritsu Ogawa, you say? Hmm…the world truly has changed in my time away, you being here is a prime example."

"Well, a few new things pop up after more than eight hundred years." The wraith let out a brief chuckle and the tension slowly left my body. Imposing as he may be, he seems rather pleasant to talk to.

"Say, when you meant you saved my life, how did you do that? How did I throw that knife so well?"

"Over the years of our existence, my followers and I have acquired a great many skills. Espionage, arms mastery, sabotage, concealment, to name a few. All I did was grant thee the knowledge of two skills that any Assassin knows."

My eyes flared open in surprise. "You can do that?"

"I already can speak to thee in thy head, young Ogawa. A little basic knowledge is child's play."

…now that I think about it, it does make sense. An assassin would need to know how to hide (duh), and knives were weapons assassins from every period in history knew how to use. But still…

"Even so, how did that thug not see me? Where I was, just hiding would still let him see me, but he passed me by like I wasn't even there."

The cloaked Assassin chuckled again. "You will find that there are many things in this World and beyond it which defy what you call common sense. Did your people not think superpowers an impossibility before?"

"Well, I guess-hey, how do you know that!?"

"I see glimpses of the world from this valley. I may not know all the details, but something of this magnitude is certainly hard to miss. I must say that not even the magoi of my time could ever predict such a phenomenon occurring."

My lips twitch in amusement. Yeah, if anyone from the Crusades would what society had become, they would run for the hills and never show themselves. Or proclaim everyone else demons and heretics and try to burn them.

…not that different from the modern man actually, just more outspoken. How sad.

"…I heard you before. In my dream last night. What did you mean by what you said?"

The Assassin tapped the pommel of his sword with an armored finger, staying silent for a moment before speaking in a more…authoritative tone.

"There is nothing to be explained, contractor. I was simply responding to thy desire."

"My desire?" I ask. "What desire? And why do you keep calling me 'contractor'?"

"Do not try to deny it, even if the words have slipped from thy memory" snapped the wraith. "It is thy desire that triggered our bond. I have accepted it, and thus accept thy contract. Hence, thou art my contractor."

Okay, this was getting tiring. "Then if you would be so kind," I said, aggravated. "What did I say was my desire?"

The cloaked wraith's eyes narrowed at me for a moment, and then he spoke:

"Our minds are linked, contractor, and I have seen your life and thoughts. You have seen that there is evil in the world, an evil that crawls in the shadows and preys on the unfortunate and helpless. There are forces of good in the world, reminiscent of time older than I, but they are too constrained, too blind to see the truth. Evil cannot be contained, for sooner or later, it shall break free. The filth that tried to harm you is but one example of this evil. Unlike those 'heroes' however, you extinguished the rot instead of trapping it in a bottle. You made sure that the filth would never taint another soul ever again."

I stood there, listening to his words intently. While I was a little miffed that he rummaged through my mind without permission, his words stroke a chord within me. I was happy to see that thug die. The Pro-Heroes would've tried to capture him, and would have no doubt succeeded, but who knows what that guy has done? What if he had hurt one of the heroes if they tried to capture him? He was definitely going to harm or kill me. Did he really deserve to live? As I asked myself those questions, I recalled Zelretch's words from yesterday.

"Your idea of a hero is more like that of a punisher or executioner. An interesting viewpoint, one that encompasses both sides of the spectrum."

"Let's say that you didn't have the limitations of your Quirk and the system; would you want to be a hero?"

"…a hero?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "You want to help me become a hero?"

"No" he responded firmly, and I blinked in surprise. "Heroes and Villains are mere labels that humanity has given individuals who have risen above the rest, those who conform and reject society's standards. I was seen as a hero to my people, but I was a villain to the rest of the world. Heroes may defeat monsters and filth in public, but behind their curtains, they can act as vile as the beasts they face. What I am offering you, Ritsu Ogawa, is a chance to cull those who feast on the flesh of the innocent, slay those who thrive on the misery of the unfortunate and end those who tarnish the efforts of humanity to thrive. I ask thee this, young contractor…

…dost thou wish to be an Assassin?"

I gaped in shock at the offer he made me and looked down at the ground in thought. He was basically offering me the chance to hunt down criminals and scum and put an end to them for good. The rational part of my mind protested this, saying that I would just be risking my life for something asinine and pointless, that I was better off staying out of this whole thing. If not for me, then for Mom.

…but another part of me, one built with frustration and rage over the years, whispered in my ear. This was my chance, a chance to show those idiots who laughed at me that the only way to deal with scum was to remove them. That 'thinking like a villain' or 'having extreme thoughts' actually got results, instead of the constant idealism that people nowadays preach. Besides, I wouldn't be like All Might; I was too selfish for that. I cared too much about my own life, my own comforts, to truly be a hero. So what? I'm still human. And I would find a way to protect Mom. What was the alternative? A boring, mundane life, with only my hobby and ways of paying bills in the future? Days filled with 'buts' and 'what ifs' if I rejected this?

…well, looks like I made up my mind. If a hero or a villain isn't suited for me, then maybe an Assassin would do the trick.

Taking a deep breath, I raised my head and stared at the wraith in his fiery eyes. I knew what I had – no, what I wanted to do.

"I accept."

A low rumbling came from his throat, like a satisfied beast after a meal. "That is good. I knew I had chosen rightly. We shall start tomorrow, however. Thou need to rest and come to terms with thy decision."

I nodded in agreement; I needed a good shower anyways. But there was still one thing I had to ask.

"You didn't tell me what's your name. If you're going to teach me, then I should know."

The wraith looked at me before his eyes flashed red. Suddenly, the blue light from the end of the valley began to flicker violently and the air thrummed with a force that made all my hairs stand up. The sky grew darker as the shadows of the cliffs seemed to wrap themselves around us. A kaleidoscopic blue aura enveloped the wraith and extended from behind his shoulders to form two large shapes that cast an impossible shade on the ground below.

They were shaped like wings. Two gigantic wings that flicker red, blue, and black.

"…dost thou truly desire to know me? To know who I am? Dost thou want to know my name?"

"…I do."

"…Then this is what I am called. I am he who ruled the Sacred Lands for two hundred years. I am the one chosen by Allah and the Counter Force to save this world and to eliminate any threat to humanity. I have been reborn in this Mountain Abyss, and only Death do I bring. I am the founder of the Assassins. I am the Old Man of the Mountain like those who have succeeded me.

I am Hassan-i Sabbah!"

…

…

…

…well, maybe I should've given this decision more thought.

Ritsu Ogawa (Assassin - Hassan-i Sabbah)

Stats: Too human to be measured.

Skills:

Presence Concealment D: The ability to hide from others. A poor level for any Assassin.

Throwing (Dagger) B and Throwing (Retrieval) B: The expertise for throwing projectile weapons; in this case, daggers. His daggers have the same destructive power as firearms when thrown, typically spelling certain death for human targets. He can retrieve them to his hand with but a mere gesture

Information Erasure D: Erases all traces of the user's identity, physical or digital, after leaving a scene of assassination. It does not hide the user's identity in any other situation, and clues can be pieced together to deduce identity. If the user's identity is discovered, then the effects of the skill vanish.

Noble Phantasm: ?

Hi guys! I'm so happy at the number of reviews the first chapter has gotten! 30! Wow!

Now, before you move off, I want to ask for your opinion: I want there to be a pairing in this story and I would like your suggestions, but I'm asking you not to just pitch in your favorite waifu so you can see her in the story. So that's why if you suggest a pairing, I would very much like it if you could give a reason as to why she would be a good partner for our new Assassin. Once a preliminary vote has been established, I will round up the most popular ones and put it to a vote. THE DECISION COULD AFFECT THE FLOW OF THE STORY, SO CHOOSE CAREFULLY.

If you want to get a good picture of what Ritsu looks like, imagine Charles-Henri Sanson's face from F/GO with Hikigaya Hachiman's uniform.

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