Greetings and salutations, my friends. Better buckle up because I have a story to tell, and it's not gonna be pretty.
"Well, see you in three months, sensei!"
"Enjoy America!"
"I should, born and raised!"
I was just leaving from my sword fighting class before I pack for America. I'm visiting my dad in my home country in America. After college, I immigrated to Japan because I just love Japan. It's quite fascinating.
Almost forgot, my name is Aaron Winters. I twenty-two, single, and gay. That's right, you heard me. But enough about me, I get on with the story.
As I was walking home, late at night, I felt something coming from behind me. Once I turned my head, I saw a man with a katana charging at me. I quicker dodged him as he almost lost his balance. I quickly got a good look at him.
He was a tall, bald, overweight man. He was wearing a a black tracksuit and flip flops. He looked at me like he was pissed.
"Are you Aaron Winters?" He asked me.
How did he know my name?
"Yeah, why?" I asked
"Ain't it obvious, our fight," he answered, "Weren't you informed?"
"I don't know nothing," I said.
"No matter," he said, "Nothing will matter after I kill you!"
What was talking about? I never signed up for anything that involves killing. He must've mistaken for another person.
"Your sword, draw it!" The man demanded.
I never brought my sword out in public, only in class to practice or at my house to clean it. I took out my sword and unsheathed it, revealing its clean metal blade.
"Now die!" The man yelled.
He swung his blade, but blocked it with my own. By the way he swings his sword, I have more experience than him. Our blades clashed multiple times. It was almost like a video game, it was more of a tutorial.
I swung my sword, and it knocked the man's sword out of his hands. Just when I thought he was done, he pulled out a knife from his pocket. He ran towards me as I quickly flinched. That's when I realized... my sword impaled the man's body. He coughed up blood and fell to his side.
I just killed someone. It could not get worse.
"Congratulations, Mr. Winters!" A woman said in a French accent.
She was blond and beautiful. Her clothes were a little revealing, but her jacket covers most of her upper body.
"Who are you?" I asked
"I am Sylvia Christel, ranking agent of the UAA," she answered.
"UAA? What's that?" I asked.
"United Assassins Association," she answered.
"Assassin!? I'm not an assassin!" I said.
"But you killed another assassin, that makes you one too," Sylvia said.
Two men came from behind Sylvia.
"Who are they?" I asked her.
"They're here to dispose the body," she answered.
This is some sort of bootleg shit. So this guy had a rank, as in position?
"So now that killed him, what's my rank?" I asked.
"You are officially ranked twelfth," she said.
"I see," I said.
"If you are interested in fighting again, here's my card," she said.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested," I stated.
"Goodbye, Winters" she said.
That was crazy. First I killed someone, now I'm a assassin. I gotta get home and start packing.
(Meanwhile in Santa Destroy)
"Hey Winters, I heard your son is coming home, right?" A man asked.
"Yeah, just for the summer," Aaron's dad answered.
"He lives in Japan, doesn't he?" A woman asked.
"That's right, I asked him to bring back a souvenir," Aaron's dad said.
Aaron's dad was on his way to his car, when a man showed up.
"Excuse me sir, can you help find someone?" He asked.
"Sure, who exactly?" Aaron's dad responded.
"You," the man answered as he pulled a gun on him.
Realizing he was going to die, he whispered one thing,
"Aaron,"
BANG!