Disclaimer: I don´t own anything from the Senran Kagura Universe except my own OCs

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Night had fallen over the city. Under the light of the street lamps many humans crossed the streets headed to their destinations. Be at their homes after a hard day of work or the next bar to have a little fun. Alone or in a group. Men or women. Old or young. One was able to see all kinds of humans.

On top of one of the higher office buildings a black-haired boy was sitting on the edge of the roof. He had a short-sleeved black jacket on top of a dark grey shirt and short black pants. His hands were covered by black leather gloves and he wore again black springer boots on his feet. A katana with a blue grip resting inside a black scabbard was strapped on his back.

His eyes were closed while he listened to the music of his phone in his left hand with a smile on his face. He nodded his head and tapped the index finger of his right hand on his knee to the beat of the songs. It really looked like he was enjoying the moment. But that only lasted for a short while before he noticed something that made his smile disappear.

"What do you want?"

"Making sure that you don´t fail." the voice of a man answered behind him.

A sigh left the mouth of the boy before he opened his eyes but didn´t looked behind him. The right one of his eyes had a dark grey color while the left one was almost glowing ruby red.

"Would be the first time. You can trust me a little bit. Like I trust you on our deal."

While saying this the right hand of the black-haired boy started to move to the grip of the blade on his back. At the same time a black-hooded figure appeared out of a shadow behind him.

"Don´t worry about that, young one. Everything will be done as you were told. You´ll be free to go wherever you want."

"Then you don´t have to worry about it yourself." the boy stated, stopping the movement of his hand.

"Let´s hope so." the figure said and disappeared as fast as he appeared. "Your target will soon be here."

"I know."

Seconds later the black-haired boy stood up. He took the earphones out of his ear, put them and the phone into the pocket of his jacket and lowered his gaze onto the street in front of the building he was standing on.

A group of muscular men in black suits left the building through the entrance. They looked around as if to make sure everything was all right before one of them waved with his hand. After that a fat, bald-shaved man with a wide grin on his face left the building.

"Another great day!" the man said very pleased. "Not long until I control this city and after that the whole country!"

He was ready to celebrate his accomplishment as a drunk homeless was walking slowly and not very steady into their direction. That made the group of men step in front of their boss to protect him and to deal with the drunk one.

"Such an useless idiot." the bald man said disgusted, looking at him."As soon as I have control over everything I will have to deal with useless people..."

It happened too fast for him to realize it at first. Before he could finish his sentence, the steel of a katana had pierced its way through his chest from behind and a hand covered his mouth so he couldn´t scream. The owner of both was the black-haired boy who appeared behind him out of nowhere while the bodyguards were distracted by the drunk homeless.

"Change of plans, bastard!", the boy told him with a cold expression in his face while withdrawing his blade out of the body. "You won´t control anything!"

After that the boy didn´t wait before he ran around a corner into a back alley while the man started to wobble before he fell to the ground. The sound of him falling to the ground made the muscular men turn around and gasp as they saw the now dead body of their former boss, covering the sidewalk in front of the building with his blood.

"What happened!?"

"Which bastard did this!?"

The men looked around in panic before discovering the back alley. But as they looked around the corner they saw nothing but a wall on the other side of the alley. The boy was already on top of another building on the other side of the streets and observed the bodyguards as they ran around to look for the victim.

"It would have been easier to kill them all." the clothed figure said after appearing behind the boy again.

"I fulfilled my mission." he said without looking at the figure again. "We´re done!"

"Very well." the figure stated after a short bow before he disappeared into the darkness. "The dept has been paid. You´re free."

A sigh of relived left his mouth as soon as he heard this words. After many years and many missions he was finally free. But that didn´t changed the number of people he had to kill to get this far. Deaths which would hunt his memories until the end of his live. It didn´t matter who these people were. He killed them. And if that wasn´t enough, he had nowhere to return. No place he could call his home. No people he could call his family.

He lowered his gaze in depression, a shadow covering his eyes as he thought about why he even bothered to do all of this. He wasn´t even a shinobi. He was nothing more than a murderer. And no one would be able to accept a murderer without honor.

"Not exactly the best situation for you. Huh?"

The suddenly appearing voice behind him made the body of the boy twitch as he turned around, his right hand holding the grip of his blade. But he couldn´t see the owner of the voice. As he thought that he had imagined the voice, a person came closer to him from behind until the mouth was exactly next to the boys right ear.

"Hey."

The black-haired jumped forward to gain distance and turned around again to see a old man with grey hair tied to a long ponytail and an also grey beard standing there with a wide smile on his face. He was wearing a green jacket on top of a lime-green kimono and traditional sandals with white socks.

"Who... Who are you!?" he said in panic, ready to strike at any moment. He wasn´t ready to get killed by someone he doesn´t know just because he had nowhere to go.

"No need to panic, young Kenshiro." the man said amused because of his reaction and stroked his beard with his right hand. "I´m not here to do you any harm."

"How do you know my name?" the boy named Kenshiro asked. He wasn´t even thinking about lowering his guard just because of what he said. But he was surprised nevertheless.

"I know quite a bit about you." the old man said and looked at the boy more closely before nodding in satisfaction."You really grew into a good young man. I can still remember how your mother was holding your tiny body in her arms when you were still a baby."

These words shocked the black-haired boy. He looked at the man with wide opened eyes as he finally but slowly let go of his blade.

"You... knew my mother...?"

"Of course." he answered as if it was nothing to be that surprised about. "Her and your father. I had been training these two talented shinobi for a few years."

"Talented shinobi..." Kenshiro wasn´t really convinced by his words and lowered his gaze. They wouldn´t have died if...

"You shouldn´t think low of them because they made a decision." The old man started moving forward until he was only a few feet away from the boy what made him look directly into his eyes. "You have the looks of your father. But this left eye... It´s the same as your mothers."

"You mean the same as my clans." Kenshiro stated.

"Maybe." the man said and took a few steps back.

"You still haven´t told me who you are." the boy said after the man in front of him stopped.

"Where are my manners? My name is Hanzo and as I already told you I was training both of your parents in their young years."

"Hanzo?" Kenshiro asked slightly baffled. "The legendary shinobi?"

"Oh!" the old man said and played the surprised one. "I´m honored that such a young man knows about old me."

"There is no one in the world of shinobi who doesn´t know this name. But what do you want from me? You´re here to kill me?"

It hadn´t surprised him if that was true. He assassinated quite a few people in the last years so it would be normal if someone decided to order a shinobi on his level to assassinate him. But he didn´t readied himself for a possible attack because he knew no matter how strong he was he would never stand a chance against an opponent like him.

"As I already told you. I am not here to hurt you." he told the boy to his surprise. "It´s the opposite. I want to give you a new life."

"A new life?" Kenshiro asked confused.

"Even though your ways weren´t always the right ones I have to say that you are really talented. With the right training you could become a really good shinobi. Someone who will be remembered as an honorable person for many years. Even after death."

"Me? A shinobi?" the boy asked and laughed slightly at his words. "I don´t know what makes you think like that but there is no way that will be even slightly possible. Not only am I the heir of a clan of traitors. I am a murderer without honor. As if someone like me would be accepted as an shinobi." He turned around and was ready to leave him behind. "If you excuse me. I have to find a way for me."

"You regret what you have done." were the words that made him stop moving after a few steps. "You have incredible powers inside of you and you want to use them to do good things. But because of a dept you have nothing to do with you were forced to do all these things. Now your conscience tells you that you don´t deserve to live happy. Maybe that you don´t deserve to live at all."

Kenshiro didn´t say anything in defense because he knew that he was right. Nonetheless these words irritated him and were making him angry. Hanzo was able to tell that as the boy in front of him was starting to twitch and closed his hands into fists. But he didn´t stop.

"You´re a fool if you really think like this. You deserve more. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to have a good life. That´s not what your parents died for."

"My parents died as fools!" Kenshiro screams in rage. "They knew what they were doing! They knew about the consequences! But they never even stopped to think about it! They were running directly into their deaths! But they did it even though they knew they would die! And now I have to pay for what my clan did in their place! How could I not think like this!?"

"But you never hated them." Hanzo stated after a short break.

"Of course not." Kenshiro said with a lower voice, fighting the tears that tried to come out of his eyes. "I know they did so I could live on. How can I hate them? But I never asked them to do this. I never wanted to be the reason for them to die."

"You never were the reason for their death." the shinobi told him. "You were the reason they were able to move on. Even with that heavy debt." Hanzo put on a warm smile. "I have a granddaughter. Same age as you. Right now she tries her best to become a great shinobi. But not because of her grandfather. It´s what she wants to do and that´s the reason why she can move on. No matter how hard it can be for her. It was the same with your parents. They did it because they wanted it. But what about you? What do you really want?"

"I want to become a strong shinobi." Kenshiro said after a few seconds. "I want to use these powers to protect. I want them to be proud of me while they look down on their son. And I want to be able to leave my past behind. But it doesn´t matter. Nothing what I can do will change what I did. Nothing will change who I am. An dishonorable murderer."

"I see. But you should consider my suggestion and try to follow the true feelings inside your heart."

The old man threw something in his direction and thanks to his reflexes Kenshiro was able to catch it even though he wasn´t looking at his direction.

"It´s not our past that makes us who we are. It´s the path we decide to take to reach the future we want."

Surprised by his words Kenshiro finally decided to turn his head back only to see that Hanzo already disappeared. After a few seconds he look at the object in his right hand he had passed to him. It was a small calling card that showed one certain symbol. The symbol of the Hanzo National Academy.

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Thanks for reading the first chapter of my story. It´s the first one I upload on this side and my language may not be that well because English is not my first language. But I hope you enjoy reading it nonetheless. And don´t hold back on your comments. If you have some suggestions that would improve this story, I´ll try to consider them. And if you like it, I would be more than happy to know it.

With these words and a little preview for the next chapter after this I say goodbye for now.

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Preview:

Kenshiro considered Hanzo´s words and is now ready to take the first steps on his new way. But as a future shinobi it would be weird to enter this school as if you would be a normal transfer student who´s about to enter a normal high school. To test his abilities an infiltration awaits him. Will Kenshiro be able to prove that he has what it takes to be a part of the Hanzo National Academy?

Next time: Starting line