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Nagisa was leading the current team. The class was sent to do a mission, their first. Nagisa was mostly going to be their information gatherer, specializing in mind games and hiding his intentions. Hideki was going to watch over the assassination itself, specializing in the implication of the tactics.

The class comprised of five members, each specializing in their own section out of the whole class, except for one. The class, in its full power, was made up of twenty four people. Nagisa walked into the party, dressed in fine furs, a diamond ring adorning his finger. He talked with multiple other guests before meeting with the deader. While they talked, Nagisa made a small gesture with his hand. The target glanced at it but didn't think much of it.

A few minutes later Nagisa finished his conversation and walked outside, after conversing with a few more people. He walked towards the class, smiling. He went over to a small wooden desk and took off his "hands". He actually had candle wax in his hands, which he had put on just after conversing with the target. He waved his hand around it and another piece of wax next to it copied down his fingerprints. While he waited for that to happen he went over the plan with the students. He firstly talked with Daisuke, the classes archer. He was wearing trousers and a green shirt, a bow and arrow slung around his shoulder. He normally wore that attire. He had black hair, and blue eyes. He had bags under his bag though, from too many nights spent awake. His skill with a bow was undeniably the best in class, able to shoot within a second and aim true. Nagisa told him about what he would do in the mission. He would be taking out the guards from a distance, making sure to cover the rest of the team. Secondly, he went over to Rin, the best healer in their class. She had brown hair down to her hips, and brown eyes. She wore a brown shirt and skirt, not planning to go in with them. She would just have to hold back, not being all that great in close range. After her, he talked with Izumi, the warrior of the class. She was surprisingly slender and had black hair tied in a ponytail. She also had black eyes, and wore a knight's breastplate and a short black skirt, despite it's impracticality. She was good with a sword and shield, and pretty strong physically. Nagisa then talked with Sayuri, the best at detection, able to see things from a distance. She had short brown hair, and a brown vest with a white undershirt. She wore comfortable brown pants. Finally, he talked with Sora, the "outlier" in their group. He was the best at everything, save for the other mentioned above. He had brown hair and amber eyes, generally wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, and black pants along with it. He had two areas where he really excelled, though. Stealth and magic. In third place, he had his combat with a knife. He would be scouting the area, and dealing the death blow to the deader. Once making sure everyone knew the plan, they fanned out and got into position. A few hours later, the deader, Hajime Fujimoto, walked up to his tower. He placed his hand against a raised block and held it there for a moment. The door to the tower opened up, allowing him to enter. The guards that were outside made sure he entered safely and waited outside the door. Daisuke, hiding within a tree, waited for Sora's report of the area. Sora appeared a little bit later, telling him where to aim. Daisuke exhaled, aiming for the one farthest in the back. He quickly shot them down, none of them having enough time to shout. The dog nearby barked once, before his neck was slit by Izumi. Sora was already at the door, holding the wax with Hajime's fingerprints against the detector. Sora scanned it and entered, Hajime looking at him calmly. "I didn't call for service that long ago, slave. Why are you here?"

Sora bowed shyly, tapping his fingers together nervously. "I.. I uh… I needed to get you killed quickly, so yeah."

His nervous facade instantly disappeared. He lifted his right hand while Hajime pondered what he said. As realization dawned upon him the last thing he saw was a knife, deadly and beautiful. Sora took his knife back and searched the area, keeping low just incase. He scoured through the books and one of them reminded him of how he got into this whole assassination thing.

Flashback time!

Sora was cooking in the kitchen, his mother calling for him to train with his father. He sighed, leaving the the deer he had hunted earlier on the table. He walked over to his father, an amazing swordsman. He trained with Sora everyday, teaching him how to use a knife most of the time. Sora pulled out his knife and dueled against his father. His father was renowned as the best swordsman within the area, but Sora was able to go toe to toe against him. Only with a knife though, saying that the knife was simply lighter which was what he prefered. When a blade was in his hand, he was unable to keep up with a majority of fighters. After the practice Sora finished cooking and warned his parents not to eat the deer until he got back home. He headed to town, going to go and do his "job" if you could even call it that. His father wanted Sora to do things without his help, so he didn't give Sora money unless Sora did chores. Sora never told anyone of his heritage, worried of what his father would say if he found out. His father was not a bad man, in fact he was a good father. He was simply strict about Sora's future, wanting to make sure he did well for himself. Sora arrived at the workshop, where a certain Rat resided. Rat was a big boy, he had enough muscle to make a good few men jealous. Rat was also notoriously a bully. Rat smirked at Sora and "accidently" threw a knife at him. Sora wasn't exactly as brave as he was now, afraid of hurting others. Sora dodged the knife, attempting not to retaliate. At the end of his shift, Sora was led by Rat and his gang into the forest. They told him about a certain trial that everyone under Rat went through, he had to prove his strength. Rat tossed Sora a stick. Little did they know that there was a short man nearby, curiously watching in the shadows. His cloak obscured his features, and if anyone looked they wouldn't look again because of his camouflage. Sora and Rat dueled, if you could even call it that. Sora was entirely defending, but with excellent grace and skill. Rat grew furious, his attacks becoming more and more frenzied. Eventually he got a hit off, much to Sora's surprise. Sora was flung onto the floor, his ribs aching. Sora was shocked, unable to scream from the pain. He tapped his side, pain shooting through his body. He looked up at Rat and his eyes grew dark. He looked down at the floor. "You're still weak. Maybe once you get better you won't be beaten up." Rat taunted, bringing his face ever closer.

Suddenly, Sora disappeared. He didn't flash, didn't move a muscle. He simply disappeared. Rat looked around, surprised. He didn't see any movement, much less Sora. Suddenly a knife was held to his throat. Sora was turned away, his back towards Rat. In his right hand he held a dagger, hooked around Rat's throat. Rat turned around slowly to see Sora's piercing amber eyes staring towards him menacingly. Rat's fear blurred his vision, but he attempted to stay as still as possible. It didn't help though, Sora pulled his arm back, slitting Rat's throat. Rat didn't die instantly, he had time to watch as Sora killed the rest of his gang. Rat wanted to scream, but Sora had slit his windpipe so he could no longer speak. He watched helplessly as the slaughter occured. His vision blurred as he watched Sora stab his last gang member repeatedly in his chest, over and over. Even when he was dead, Sora continued, letting out the last of his rage. Sora looked around at what he had done and smiled. He laughed hysterically, tears in his eyes. Rat finally blacked out after watching the image. Sora finished the job on Rat and laid down in his back. He stared up at the clear blue sky, thinking. The sky shouldn't be so clear. After what I just did… It should be gray with lots of rain. And why do I feel so tired... Suddenly he was standing, a shadow pushing a knife against his back. "Wh-what?" He said.

"Your not bad. And you can use magic… interesting. What do you say you become a wetboy?" the shadow said.

"Magic? A wetboy? What?" Sora said, confused.

"You don't know what you just did? Great... A complete noob. Guess I have to tell you. Why Rat was looking for you but didn't find you was magic. You used a spell reserved for wetboys, invisibility. I'm surprised you aren't completely exhausted considering the amount of energy needed for full invisibility. You must have potent talent. You have more talent than any wetboy I have ever heard of. Oh, a wetboy is one of us. We are assassins." The shadow said, showing off amber eyes that reflected Sora's own.

"But… why call yourselves wetboys and not assassins?" Sora said.

"Because an assassin has a target. They have a target because, like archers, they sometimes miss. We don't. We have a deader. We also have access to Talent. If you join us, you get paid well"

Sora was hooked the second he heard that. His father would be very happy if he found that Sora had a lot of money. Pleased, in fact. He accepted the offer and followed the man. The man took his hood off and introduced himself. He had blood-red hair and striking amber eyes, similar to Sora's own. "I am Hideki."

"I am Sora, sn of Daiki. My last name is of no concern." Sora said.

"Good, you already know not to give your identity to a stranger." Hideki said, nodding. "Now, to train you in the art…"

Flashback End

Sora shook his head and put the book back. He went through the deaders belongings, finding what they were looking for. A certain doomsday device. Hideki looked at him and raised his eyebrow. "Where is the doomsday device?"

Sora told him what happened inside and handed him the strange cube. Hideki smiled.

Hideki ran back to the class and told them what had happened. The class headed back to his… well… class… and excitedly told everyone about what had happened. His eyes shined happily as he retold how good he was.

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