Izuku let out a shaky breath as he washed the blood from his fingers. He had done this a thousand times, but it was different now.

Every time that he had killed, Izuku never looked at the face of the Templar that knew his end was coming, and he had never seen the face of their grieving family.

He couldn't get the look on Momo's face out of his head, her face twisted with fear and anguish.

Why would Shouta send him on this mission? He had to know full well who he was having Izuku kill, his goddamned classmate's father. Was this just a fact in this war? Templar and Assassin killing each other indiscriminately no matter who would be affected in the wake of their deaths?

Inko and Rumi watched as Izuku left blood stains on the porcelain sink, his bottom jaw quivered as he let out shaky breaths.

"Screw this, I'm gonna go talk to him," Rumi whispered, but before she could go in, her mother blocked her way.

"Seeing you is only gonna make him feel more guilty," Inko warned.

"Ma!"

"Rumi, he needs to ride this out on his own. Your father went through the same thing when he was very young… They're so much alike," Inko sighed.

Rumi groaned and shot a saddened look to the still quietly panicking Izuku, before storming away from Inko, leaving her on her own.

Inko sighed, peering into the bathroom, Izuku's hands were now clean of blood, but he looked at them as if they were still soaked in the red liquid.

"Please get better soon my baby boy."

Izuku weakly crawled into his bed and pulled his covers halfway over his face, so only what was above his nose was visible.

He wasn't sure how well he'd be able to sleep tonight, his ears were still ringing with her shrek of terror.

The bow of Eden...is that what all this was about? All this murdering and massacring?

Izuku could feel his eyes get heavier, a restful night would not come easy.

Izuku groaned as he woke up to the sun beaming down on his face, he tried to pull his covers over his head but they weren't there.

He slowly sat up and looked out on the large desert landscape, his hand tilted down to the hay bale he was sitting on and grasped a few straws.

He was in some kind of cart, heading into a city, where the houses looked to be made of rock and clay. Something slammed down into the hay next to him, freaking Izuku out and causing him to jump back.

A man wearing a white assassin's outfit emerged from the straw, it's hood was tight around his face and a quiver on his back.

"Greetings. We heard that you were having some doubts," the man began.

"Where the hell am I?" Izuku asked.

"The Holy Land, year 1191," the Assassin answered.

"Who the hell are you?" Izuku now realized that he was in his assassin outfit.

"My name is Altaïr. Now, I would like you to speak of your concerns with me," Altaïr said.

"What?"

"You question our creed. You have doubts of our righteousness. Perhaps I can ease some of those doubts," Altaïr explained.

"... She's going to grow up without a father now. So many important milestones in that girl's life: graduation, getting married, having a child...she is going to have to go through that without him. Because of me," Izuku whispered.

"If her father was a templar, then her father was an evil man—"

"Who the hell are we to decide that?!"

"Don't be mistaken. We are not the villain's in this war," Altaïr had a warning tone in his voice.

"Well I'm not entirely sure we're the good guys either," Izuku bit back.

"The Templars are evil, that is for certain, and it is the duty of the Assassins to put them down for good," Altaïr frowned.

"No matter how many of us have to die for it, and no matter how many lives we ruin, right?" Izuku sarcastically asked.

Altaïr was silent of a second, before giving Izuku his answer, "Yes. No matter the cost."

Izuku's fist clenched in rage, "Screw this. Just tell me how to get out of this place."

Altaïr stood up with Izuku and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh no, there are still more that need to speak with you." Altaïr pulled on Izuku's shoulder and tossed him out of the

Inko stared down at her son, they had moved him to the couch a little while ago. It was almost noon and he still wasn't awake, no matter what they tried he simply wouldn't wake up.

She heard the door open and watched Rumi walk in, a girl with pink skin and hair following close behind her.

"Rumi, sweetie, who's this?" Inko asked.

"Her names is Mina Ashido. She's Izuku's girlfriend," Rumi answered.

"Izuku has a girlfriend?"

Rumi just shrugged in response.

"Is he…?" Mina trailed off.

"No, just sleeping," Rumi sighed.

"Well do we know what's wrong with him?" Mina questioned.

"Oh, I know exactly what's happening with him," Inko said.

"We think it's got something to do with yesterday," Rumi added.

"What happened yesterday?" Mina looked between the two with caution.

Rumi and Inko exchanged a glance, deciding that the only way for her to understand would be to know everything.

"Perhaps it's best you sit down for this honey."

Izuku grunted as he landed on his back, the dirt road he was previously on was now made of stone. He looked around and noticed the stone buildings now surrounding him, they all had little imperfections, not noticeable on first glance.

"Salutè," a voice said.

Izuku felt a hand grab his and he was suddenly pulled up on a stone bench. He had been grabbed by a man in a white assassin's uniform, the inside of the hood was red and the sleeves were puffy, he had a clean shaven face and a scar over his lip.

"I'm guessing you want to speak with me too?" Izuku bitterly asked.

"Come on, that's no way to speak to your ancestor. Ezio Auditore de Firenze, a pleasure to meet you, Izuku," Ezio smiled.

The two sat for a while in silence, watching the citizens of Florence pass by. Ezio seemed content to do so but it honestly made Izuku feel a little depressed, so he decided to break the still air.

"Why do we wage this war?"

"Because the Templars are evil," Ezio answered simply.

"But what makes them so evil. I keep hearing that but...what makes them so different from us?"

"It's a very small difference. But the Templars want order, even if it means making the world a slave. We assassins want freedom, even if it means we die before the Templars get their way," Ezio said.

Izuku frowned, "But you can't have one without the other."

"What do you mean by that?"

"What happens to one if the other achieves their goal? What happens when we actually put down the Templars?"

"The fight with the Templars isn't the only one we have. We are meant to fight oppression, no who is causing it," Ezio answered.

"...But is this truly the best way to go about that?" Izuku solemnly questioned.

Ezio stayed silent for a few more minutes, before saying, "My time is up. Connor wishes to speak with you." and with that, Ezio shoved Izuku into a haystack.

"An assassin?" Mina whispered.

One of Izuku's hands was now dangling off the side of the couch, she could see the small stains of blood.

"Yeah, and trust me I'm not too happy about it either," Rumi grumbled.

"I should've stopped this a while ago."

Mina chuckled, "He probably wouldn't have listened to you anyway. I'm sure you both know how stubborn he is." Mina looked over to her boyfriend, pain hidden behind the fond stare she was directing at him.

Izuku shook his head as he stood up from the snow, he seemed to be in some kind of forest, but some of the trees here definitely weren't native to Japan.

Izuku heard the sound of snow crunching and he whirled around to see another Assassin standing over him. He wore a blue and white coat over a white button up shirt, and his hood had the image of an eagle stitched in blue thread.

"Let me guess, you're Connor?"

"My real name is Ratonhnhaké:ton, but you can call me Connor if it's easier," the Assassin shrugged.

"So have you come to lecture me to?" Izuku spat.

"You are very immature. You have a chance to do something bigger than yourself, and you're throwing it away for what?" Connor asked back.

"Well excuse me if I don't want to go around murdering people all willy nilly!" Izuku yelled.

"What's a few more deaths, your hands are already drenched in blood," Connor said.

"But when does it end?! All the killing and sacrifice, we've been at this war for centuries and they never die! No matter how many times we beat them they come back so what's the goddamned point!" Izuku took a few steps towards Connor, now realizing that they were standing above a ravine.

"The same could be said for us," Connor stated after a beat of silence, confusing Izuku.

"Come, it's my grandfather's turn to speak with you," Connor grabbed Izuku's arms and tossed him down the ravine.

This may feel like a bit of an empty chapter, sorry, this is my first attempted trying to do a segmented story, and it kinda feels like I'm jibing this story with such a short chapter, but don't worry, I've finally found a good schedule that allows me wiggle room but also doesn't allow me to just post Four Houses thirteen times in a row.

Also I have a segment on Land of Madmen now, so that's cool. Discord links:

Epsi's Hoard: https/discord.gg/enz3cHPFJ8

LoM: https/discord.gg/R9BU25t

That's it for now, Peace.