c2 (2/2)

She concluded after a monologue.

Without even asking for my opinion, she turned to me, still looking blankly.

And gave me a karate chop.

My mind clouded and my vision warped.

Within seconds, I had lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was on a bed in a room somewhere unfamiliar.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

She was looking down at me, the culprit who made me faint.

The blind woman who sported silver, shoulder length hair.

“Where is this?” I groaned. She tapped the floor with her cane once, and answered after a bit of thinking.

“The HQ of an organization I built. Also, the place you’ll be living from today”

Short, and to the point.

It was too short I didn’t really understand, an explanation that didn’t really explain anything.

But anyway, she had always been like this.

She speaks and acts politely, but selfish and doesn’t really think of others.

A person that embodies the term hypocritical courtesy

I was picked up by that kind of a person.

I wanted to go home, I said.

Even though I didn’t know where my home was and what kind of family I lived with.

But at that time I was still uneasy, therefore I clung to the word “home”, that gave me a sense of safety.

Then in response to what I said, she only tilted her head as if to say, “why?”

“There’s no need for you to go home, right? You’ll be living right here”

No objections or protests harbored.

No. She never even considered that such things exist from the beginning.

That was the kind of person she was.

I was unable to raise her any more objections than that.

Because at that point, I finally remembered.

The fear and the pain of being pressed down, hit, and tied by men much larger than me.

And to top it of, the rain of blood I saw before I lost consciousness.

That scene was the reality that this person brought to bear.

At that time I was, honestly speaking, afraid.

The question of where I was and where was the way home was all pushed to the corners of my mind.

My head was filled with the thought that I’ll be killed if I opposed her.

“You say some strange things, boy. We’ll start practicing tomorrow. You should rest up for today”

She kept that att.i.tude of having decided everything beforehand until she finally left the room.

And thus, I ended up not knowing her, Richelieu’s name, nor where this place was.

Without being given any options, I ended up joining.

Her organization, the a.s.sa.s.sin’s group “Black Maria”.

From that day onwards, I was no longer Mukouda s.h.i.+zuru, but just s.h.i.+zuru.

Living as a healing magic using physician on the surface, while truly being a knife-using a.s.sa.s.sin.

That was seven years ago.

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