Kyusoku Dangan is a teenager who just wants to live. He learned how to use a gun at the tender age of 8, from gangsters who took pity on him. The kid was an orphan, and they were drunk out of their minds. He was really good with it, so much so that yakuza consistently dished out thousands just for a contract. He saw the opportunity for gain, so at fifteen he took on the job of a hitman. Since then, he lived from hit to hit, taking out important yakuza with ease. He was known in those places as the holy grail of hitmen. Ironic, considering a literal war over the Holy Grail is about to take place.
Oh, he forgot to mention he was a mage. He did learn something before his mother died. His father was a deadbeat though, the asshole. His mother only taught him Reinforcement, because it was all she could do. He did catch on to it quickly though, and it had been a major help in his jobs. No one he got jobs from knew either. The only people who knew were the targets, and dead men don't tell secrets. He was kind of notorious though, as the media called him a phantom of sorts.
Right now, he wishes dearly that he was a phantom. This is not what he signed up for.
All he had wanted was to do a few hours of recon around Homurahara School, because kids affiliated with a different gang had been pestering his client's guys. It had seemed to do the trick, but he was forced to stay late, as he had to stay till 9:00 for full pay. And then a servant comes barging in, chasing a student down the hall. Just because he killed often did not mean he liked seeing innocents killed, so he took the kid and ran. He couldn't bother fighting either, as bullets and knives don't do anything to literal legends. The blue guy, obviously a Lancer, had him on the ropes. He was fast, but Kyusoku could hide. But he was running out of prana. He couldn't hold Reinforcement forever. If only he could summon a servant...
He had that thought and the air blown out of him as he was kicked in into a wall. That hit had broken a few ribs. But what about the kid?
"Ki-" The word died in his throat as he heard the familiar sound of a blade going through flesh. He looked up to see the kid stabbed in the heart. And by the looks of it, he was next.
He desperately needed to get to his house, or an open, dark room, or literally anywhere that wasn't an enclosed hall with a servant in it.