... you need to go to Jeard to negotiate the peace terms, there is no one else I trust as much as you, Ioran ...

... bandits ahead and behind, there are attacking our convey. We are trapped ...

... Natsume, run into the forest with your sister as fast as you can, don't look back ...

... Don't hurt Aoi, I will kill you ...

... Who are you? Where am I? WHERE AM I? ...

... Come with me if you want to avenge your family ...

... Teach me how to kill ...

... I will teach you how to protect ...


"Please leave me! Take my purse, take my money, leave me please! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" sobbed the women on the ground. A man was above her tearing off her clothes, laughing maniacally "No use wench, no one is going to hear you and definitely no one is going to help you from me"

"You may want to rephrase that sentence" said a voice from shadows. A dagger whirled through the air and struck between the shoulder blades of the raper with deadly accuracy. He collapsed on the top of the woman who pushed him away from her. She looked at the shadow where a man stepped out. He is tall and wearing a red cloak with the hood drawn up covering his face. He walked towards the dead man, his leather boots almost making no noise on the gravel. He picked his dagger and used the raper's shirt to remove the blood.

"Thank you, Sir" said the woman on the ground holding her tattered gown to her body. He spared her a glance and nodded. He knelt beside her and plunged the dagger in her heart. The woman died with a look of shock and pain as blood poured out from her wound. " Sorry, but you are my mission. Rest in peace," he murmured to her.

Another man in black cloak and cowl jumped from a nearby rooftop on to the ground. "You did well," he said, "I think its time for you to return home, Natsume."