I am very sorry for this very late update. As you all know, life happened and it decided to act like a bitch and ruin everything. And when I mean everything, I mean everythiiiiiiiiiing.

Anyway I decided to post their ages. Yes their Ages.

MinervaZero- 2

Tsuna, Yamamoto, Gokudera, Hana, Kyoko, Haru-2

Hibari, Ryohei, Mukuro- 3

Guardians of Incognito- 50 above (apparently when they first kidnapped Minerva, they were 40 or something)

Reborn and Arcobalenos- 20-22

Nana- 23

Iemitsu- 27

Timoteo/Vongola Ninth/Nono- 59

Yuan, Eris- 9

Hael- 8

Nyx, Ryu- 7

"Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking."

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Chapter 8

"Can you entertain me, Sun Arcobaleno?"

The hitman smirked, his fedora covering his eyes. The gun in his hands still pointing at the man, who's still standing before the Sun Arcobaleno.

"Unfortunately, I have things to do and problems to solve, Arcobaleno-san," the man continued. He waved his hands and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the man disappeared.

The baby stared, then grunted, the pistol in his hands had slowly transformed into a chameleon before he placed it on the edge of his fedora.

The Arcobaleno's mouth twisted into a smile. "Magicians are troublesome things," it muttered.

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"You should start naming yourself right now." Sen shuffled some documents then continued to look at me. I rolled my eyes in frustration, knowing our conversation will go anywhere again. He's bugging me, for what? Weeks? A month?

Well, I'm not really faze right now. Starting yesterday, Sen decided that pressuring me to give a name to myself is a good decision, or he will,he threatened.

You're asking what's bad about him naming me?

A very very bad idea.

Newsflash, I recently found out he has a cat and he named it poop. Why did he name it poop? Well the fifty-year-old fucker whined on how it drops its own shit everywhere. Sen told me he lost the cat or something. Maybe it suicided because its name sucks.

Might as well name myself something pleasant to the ear before Sen name me Poop II or something much worse.

"Why are you even pressuring me to name myself anyway?" I asked irritably. "Can't you wait for a week? This is crucial you know? Even parents need over 9 months to choose a name forachild."

"I've been asking you since last weekMinerva. God knows how long that time is for an old man like me— "I snickered. "— So I thought that in the long span of a week, you should have thought or chosen a name for yourself. And you are no parent Minerva, so a choose a fucking name or I'll give you one. I'll count to three-"

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed.

"-One," he started.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK SEN-"

"-two"

"ARE YOU EVE-"

"Th-"

Before he finished counting, I frantically screamed the first name that came into my mind.

"ZERO!"

"..."

Really Minerva?I asked myself when the realization bitched-slapped me in the face.

"Okay, it's final. You'll now be called Zero," Sen blurted out on the background while I'm trying not to be shock because of the name I chose.

One does not simply forget all the other animes they watched before they jumped in a whole another dimension.

Goddamnit Lelouch, making me think of your charades while in the middle of choosing name and shit.

That's when I started to promise myself to stop thinking of some anime called Code Geass while inside the reality called Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

"Nana-san, you have a cute baby right there."

The woman with a shoulder-length hair smiled. "He is," she answered at the praise directed at his only son, somewhat happy that her child had grown in full two years without something bad happening.

The woman beside her smiled. She bent and ruffled the hair of a somewhat blushing little brunette boy with a gravity defying hair.

"Tsuna-kun~" The woman sing sang.

The brunette boy turned a whole shade redder.

"Anyway, I've been somewhat thinking if I should enter my little Aoi in the nursery," the woman said looking at the sky and continued, "You should also enter Tsuna, Nana-san."

The woman called 'Nana-san' pondered before agreeing at the woman's proposal. "Maybe I should, Tsu-kun should mingle with other children after all," she answered too happily.

"Great!" The woman smiled, elated to find out that the woman agreed. "I'll enter Aoi-chan when she's already three, though."

"Don't worry Sena-san, Tsu-kun will turn three years old next year."

"How wonderful! Well," she mumbled to herself, " If I could only find someone who can clean the house while I'm gone..."

"You're going on a trip Sena-san?" Nana cheerfully asked, her brunette hair bouncing up and down as she tilted her head.

The woman she called Sena smiled wistfully, and did not answer.

"Well, I wish you a safe trip." Nana smiled assuming that her friend answered yes.

"Why, thank you Nana-san. But it seems like I need to go," Sena smiled and bid her good bye.

She happily walked with her hand behind her holding the grocery bags she bought before passing by Nana's house. Where is Aoi-chan, anyway? She asked herself, her smile turning into a frown while she slowly came into a halt.

Sena is never a happy woman.

So when she realized that she lost the child in her grasp, she gritted her teeth. Her eyes widening as she started to walk again, her pace getting faster and faster. She stopped when she came in front of a two story house, her hands now beside her, hardening its grip into the plastic bags.

She entered the house and called, " Aoi-chan~" Her voice sickly sweet, it leaves shivers to anyone's spine. Her face morphed into a grin in seconds, but when she realized that no one is answering her calls, she frowned.

"S-Sena-san," a weak voice answered much to her surprise.

Sena grimaced.

"Well, well, well, Aoi-chan~" Sena's face suddenly turned grim, her eyes glaring at the child that appeared before her. "I thought that maybe you tried to escape again." The child shivered.

The child wore rag and its skin full of dirt and dried blood. Its face wearing a terrified look, but still manage to wear a forced smile. The child's eyes are now streaming with tears.

"Now," Sena slowly said, " I told you to call me Momma."

That's what the child last heard before she felt a hand smashing its face.

"Sen, I've never seen you this lackadaisical," I commented while I was sorting through some documents about the past demands that some small famiglia managed to send their requests. I've been staying here for months. From time to time, I helped Sen do hiswork, no, he orderedme to. His excuse? "You need to know in advance what exactly the sky works on, especially, you don't know when you'll replace me."His excuse is lame; I can even make a better defense than him.

He did not react and just leaned on his swivel chair, sighing in exasperation. "I need to take a break," he said. He looked at me and I raised one of my eyebrows. What the hell is this guy thinking? He instantly looked the other way and sighed for the second time. I rarely see him like this, I thought.

Sen's also training me. And it's only been months, and his fucking training regime that seemed to be given to him by Satan himself. And the best part? He's fucking laid back while I'm experiencing hell. Makes me want to fucking torture him, damn him.

Speaking of torture, he taught me some torture methods used to interrogate spies. He told me to wait for some time, and when he came back, he brought back a man (which startled me, there are no other people other than us). He's from an enemy organization that's been staying outside for a while, as Sen said. What he means by staying outside for a whilemeans that that guy had been trying to spy on us for some time, luckily (unluckily for him) by Sen's ability, he was caught and was deemed to die. He told me there's an impromptu lesson about torture then started to tie up the man. I don't know what to react about what happened, it's just been weeks since he started teaching me then suddenly he's like 'Here's how to extract some information about somebody, you can slash the torso, then insert your hand. Grab some random organ and-'. I remember triggering my gag reflex multiple times. Leaving tears to my eyes.

I almost laughed at myself.

When you thought you can handle everything already, you'll realize you can't.

It was a long series of interrogation, half of the time, Sen's intimidating the man. The other half was spent torturing him in gruesome ways.

He killed the man when he thought he was satisfied.

That's not the first time I've seen death, but that was surely my first time seeing someone nottaking joy to other's blinding pain. It's like Sen is saying, 'Hey, I'm just here to torture somebody and maybe kill him after, this is an everyday occurrence and this is also getting boring.'

I don't know. Maybe I'm expecting him to enjoy it, expecting to see bloodlust in his eyes, like the characters I watched in animes and read in mangas. But damn, there's nothing to it. His eyes were blank, like he was just squishing ants or watching television and chilling. Maybe that was the terrifying part, realizing that I'm training under this man.If he killed me, he can lift a hand and there's nothing to it for him. Maybe he'll even have a goodnight's sleep or watch Netflix after. Or maybe, he'll even dream about unicorns and rainbows.

I never realized that I was too dep in thoughts when from outside Sen's Office, I hear screaming and... more screaming. Then I heard the sound of something toppling and breaking, before the carved wooden door of Sen's office was banged open, Yuan's Master appeared. His hand in the air holding a bottle of liquor, his other hand on his waist, which is a bit weird. He's wearing a suit after all. Yuan's Master is wearing a creepy smile stretching from one ear to the other. His cheeks reddening because of being drunk, his body is also swaying with an occasional hiccup.

Then there's a shout. A very very veryloud one. The one that will blast your eardrum and will permanently scar you for life.

"UOI YOU IDIOT! DON'T FORCEFULLY OPEN THAT FUCKING DOOR! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COSTS? DO YOU KNOW? DO YOU EVEN FUCKING CARE? COME HERE AND LET ME PUNCH YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!"

I flinched.

"Master, calm-" Eris voice was cut off when her Master tried screaming again. Eris was trying her hardest to put some sense in her master's head, but it seems in the end violence cannot be prevented.

"-FUCK! YOU DRUNKARD! YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF! STOP-"

Ves continued screaming her head off. I slowly shook my head in irritation. If we continue like this, we cannot finish the paper works me and Sen have been doing for a couple of days already. If this was an ordinary and non-busy day, I could accomplish it in an hour, but with the situation right now? I might as well burn it, and it's cold, with the fact that it's winter and all, I'm all for burning this crap. I can imagine the fire going on and this damn paper works fuelling it. Ah, I can sleep nicely, warm and cozy.

"-GO TO HELL!"

I suddenly awoke in realization that I'm far from getting a break from this hell. Ah, screw this shit. I'm taking a break, I thought as I place the paper on Sen's desk and walked out from the door. Passing Uoi still on his 'I'm-fabulous-who-cares' pose. Maybe I'll palm my face after I take a great sleep without no one interrupting or waking me, telling me to do this and that crap. I yawned, it's been four days and I'm not getting enough sleep. Sen's dragging me everywhere and the time where I'm supposed to be resting is where I train myself. My head is flaring all its alarms now, maybe somewhere between the line I'll get unconscious and sleep right in the middle of going somewhere.

Curse this people, I'm two years old and they're making me their assistant. I need sleep, people. Sleep, I lazily thought as I drag myself to my room.

I climbed into my bed, the mattress providing the right comfort. With the comforter and the heater doing its job, I'm in heaven.

The voices outside drowning as I slowly fell into a deep sleep.

"Min, wake up."

No. Go away, I want sleep, I need more sleep.

"Wake up, Zero," the owner of the voice pulled the comforter away from my face, the bright light landing on my closed eyelids making me half awake. Damn you light.

"Noooooooooooooooo," I managed to say as I forced back the white comforter on my face. Only to take it back by the one who is waking me up.

"Imouto," said the familiar voice with a hint of impatience.

I grunted as I forced myself to sit, my hair probably sticking everywhere. "Curse you Nii-san."

Then I realized how awkward it is to call him that.

"Hael, can you remind me why I need to call you Onii-san?" I asked.

He stared at me. "Because I'm your brother? Don't you forget that-"

I stared at him wearing my usual blank expression. "I get it, I get it. We promised that we'll be siblings blabla- but why in Japanese? We're in Italy."

He looked at me trying to see if I was kidding, but hey, I'm being serious here.

He continued to eye me, his eyes full of disbelief. As If I'm kidding here, duh.

"I'm Japanese," he deadpanned.

My eyes widened. "Oh, but your hair is a moss" I muttered as I lie down again and pulled the comforter until it covered my face.

Silence.

"Is that a pun?" He asked.

Silence.

I heard Hael sigh in defeat.

"Nii-san, have you seen my hairbrush?" I asked Hael. He glanced away from the crossbow he's holding for some time.

Then he stared at me. "No," he answered.

I raised my eyebrows. "What took you so long to answer?"

He sighed then placed the crossbow on the table on my right. "Min, I... I took it."

"What? What the hell?!" I exclaimed. "Do you have some fetishes for hair brush or something?"

"What- no." Hael said defensively. "I have no fetishes," he added.

"Then why the hell did you think stealing a fucking hairbrush from a two-year-old is alright?"

He stared at me as if I'm blaming the wrong guy. "Of course I would take it. Its bristles are coated with poison and the handle even have a hidden blade. You'll hurt yourself." Hael said hinting that I always end up hurting myself.

I stared blankly at him.

"What?" He asked, unable to figure the logic from what he said.

"Nii-san," I sighed. "We are training to be killers-" I flinched at the term I said myself. "As harsh as it sounds, what we trained to do is much worse, and to think you don't trust me to handle myown weapon-"

"The other day while training, it took you seconds before you realize you already triggered a land mine, which can blow you up into bits. Thankfully, I was there and reminded you that it will fucking blew up," he said matter of factly.

"Hey! I realizedit before you do! I was just checking if-"

"Last week you're training with swords, you tried to see if you can hold the blade without hurting yourself, of course, the blade cut the skin in your palm which led to Master Sen thinking of prolonging your training with swords because he thought with the cut in your palm, you'll learn your lesson," he said as he interrupted me again.

"It's called l-e-a-r-n-I-n-g!" I told him in my defense. "You need to mess everything up to learn!"

"It's pure idiocy on your part." He countered. I crossed my arms and stared at him, aware that what he said is the truth.

"It does not change the fact that you juststole my hair brush," I told him. A small smile forming in my face.

"What of it?" He asked his face still blank as a paper. Sometimes, he amazes me on how calm he is. It makes me wonder who was (somehow) reincarnated between the two of us.

"ERIS! I FOUND THE HAIRBRUSH STEALER!" I screamed.

When I told Eris that someone stole my hairbrush from me, she was not amused. She told me she'll try to find the culprit because apparently, she thinks stealing from a girl might as well be losing your

chastity, or your virginity to the thief (I was horrified really, I don't know why she believes in this logic, even if it's just shit, it was still scandalous because Eris is making a big deal out of it). Since Eris is angry, even cool boy Hael can't handle it. Trust me, you don't want to see her angry. She'll turn heaven and earth upside down.

"Eris isand still on a mission," Hael retorted.

I looked at him, horrified.

"What?" He asked, not understanding why I put up a horrified expression.

"Nothing, just trying the expression to you, maybe I could get a muchbetter reaction from it," I deadpanned.

He stared at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he answered as he ruffled my hair.

I let out a gasp. "You're purposely misguiding the conversation! You-! You hairbrush stealer!"

He sighed in defeat. Hael held my hand and pulled me out of the training room, intertwining his fingers with mine.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

He did not answer.

This stoic jerky jerk.

We came into a halt when we reached his room. We entered, I saw a rectangular box lying on his bed, he lifted it up and gave it to me, letting go of my hand. He stood in front of me and raised his eyebrow, telling me to don't waste too much time and open it.

I stared at it and tried to act dumb. He only raised his eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, Mr. Jerk you dragged me in here and then simply handed me this rectangular box, fuck you," I cursed. "Anyway, be sure this is magical. I don't accept anything that is notmagical," I mumbled in front of him. Scratching my neck because the choker started to strangle me. Yep, the choker's a monster strangling a child. Kidding, maybe the choker started to be tight, or my neck decided to widen itself. I'll adjust it later.

I opened the rectangular box, not really expecting much. Right now, we can't really go out, except if we are on a mission. Sen told me it's better if we just stay here, and let them take care of the problems in the outside world. Translate: You are not allowed to go out, you'll fuck up eventually.Aww, so much trust.
But I don't really care much, I don't like going out anyway.

Opening it, an 8" hairbrush with gold lining was lying inside the box, surprised me. I slowly lifted it until I levelled with my eyes, in the process getting it out of the box holding it in my hands. It's not glittery, shiny or colourful.

It's simple.

A silver hairbrush with my name at the back, Min.

Somehow, Hael decided that 'Min' is what will be his nickname for me, coming for my last name 'Minerva'. I want to object but really, it's not every day you get to see a half stoic, half bossy bastard smile. In the end I agreed.

There are some likes and dislikes I brought in this world along with the name Minerva Phalanx, one of the is liking simple things. 'Cause that means I don't need much to be happy, just throw me in a random farmer's hut and I'll get along with the people in there. I love lying under the sky and looking at the clouds, I love sleeping, walking, eating, almost anything.

So when I saw the hairbrush, I found myself staring at the 17-year-old me. The one who I tried to left behind for the two-year-old Minerva Phalanx. The 17-year-old who just goes with anything and everything. The me of the past who do not restrain her laugh, her remarks, or her smiles. The me who I tried to forget.

I smiled sadly.

Hael must have noticed my change of mood because he watched me with concern.

I don't what to really leave her behind, maybe, I'll come back for her. I just can't be the innocent 17-year-old me. She's much faster to break, much more fragile. She can't survive here.

I shook my head and smiled at Hael. " I love it, Nii-san."

The first time she killed did not left any impression at all.

None at all.

Minerva, as she still refers to herself every now and then, thought she would be at least shock or be emotionally ill, she believes that somehow, her innocence must have taken quite a shock. But as she silently slit the throat of the man in the tidiest way she could, without splashing blood to her clothes, she was astonished. It did not feel incredible at all, she mused. But it did not feel horrible either, she thought.

It will be saying an understatement if she said she was quite shock to know that the other 5 children around her took the initiation the same time she did. Fighting off a man (or a woman, she didn't know really it was too dark) inside a dark room, killing him will conclude that you passed the test and can be a cold blood killer in the future. Minerva did not dare to ask on where if they get people who wants to be voluntarily killed inside those dark rooms. But her Master, whom she always called Sen without any suffix, can be very persuasive when he needed to. She suspects that maybe her and the other Masters made a deal with them. Maybe a 'if-you-kill-the-children-we'll-free-you' deal. Many spies will agree with that, especially if they witnessed how gruesome can her Master torture someone. After all was done, she smoothly passed the initiation that day. When she got out the room she was assigned, she did not meet any of the five children that moment. Maybe they're still not finished, she guessed. She decided to wait patiently wait for the others to successfully finish what they're doing.

After a moment, a door opened and a familiar face appeared. It was her 'Nii-san', his face wearing no emotion. She decided to keep quiet and let the child solve his inner troubles, because unlike her, he's not a 17-year-old girl inside the body of a child. Minerva's mind wandered through the times where their mission was to decapitate the enemy without killing it, of course there is the hesitation to kill, but deep inside her, she wanted to try to take someone else's life using her hands. She snorted at the thought and pushed it deep down.

"Imouto," the boy slowly called. His expression unchanging while he stared at her. He sat on the floor beside her, leaning on the wall in the process. She heard him slowly let out a breath and stared as he held her little hands.

She imitated the boy and leaned on the wall, focusing in their weird diversion of holding each other's hand after all was up and done.

She leaned her head to his arms, as she is too small to reach his shoulders. She doesn't know what the boy is going through, she has no idea.

It took another five minutes until three of the door simultaneously opened.

"Eris, Yuan, Nyx," she said nodding, acknowledging their presence.

The three children didn't seem to hear her and stood silently in front of their respective rooms. She silently examined them as she felt Hael tightened his grip to her hand.

The last door opened revealing a boy with jet black hair, his head facing downwards. He slowly walked towards them, silently closing the door behind him. He sat beside Minerva, and placed his katana, which she just noticed, before him.

She did not say anything and held his hand, there was a sudden jerking motion causing her hand to let go from her grip to the dark haired child. She then noticed his posture slouched, indicating he was letting his guard down. A small smile appeared in her lips as she tried to hold his hand again, but this time, the child did not retaliate.

She then started to wonder what will happen to these children in front of her.

She remembered when her Master lectured her about morals. She did not ask but he still informed her nonetheless.

" Once, there is someone who told me that I'm a person without morals, that was a long time ago. I scoffed and disagreed to what he said. I kill people, I slaughter them, torture them. But I never once thought I was playing with them, for I cannot see my own body being played with. I have my own morals, but they were not the good ones. You cannot say it is the worst though, this place is where the strong eats the weak. There is no right or wrong, the only thing that will keep you going is what you believe in."

She remembered he said once. That's when she realized that she followed the right man. Minerva never took her Master as the serious one, yes she saw him kill many times, yes she indeed fears him, but never once in her life did she see her Master talk about anything directly. If he is hungry, he'll start to whine like a child. Did he whine like a child? She asked herself, her brows furrowing. No, he did not, she concluded (she decided to become in denial to her Master's weird attitude).

After the initiation, she decided to dwell about her thoughts about killing later on.

It took days and another thirty-two bodies of men, woman and child alike before she realized what she felt for killing. She felt satisfied. She didn't know what she was satisfied for, but she felt relieved that she doesn't need to experience the phase where she would struggle if she's doing the right thing or not. Because it usually ends with two horrible results for her, first, she'll be a psychopath addicted and devoted to killing, the second, which is her thoroughly breaking and taking the path emotionally wreck people usually take, suicide.

"Zero," Sen called her attention.

She raised her eyebrow asking why, she's too sleepy and too tired to talk. Last night, she assassinated a multi-millionaire in its town house in Italy, along with its servants and pets. She didn't even know why she killed the innocent dogs and cats, but Sen said to leave no one alive. Including pets, how weird it may sound.

Lately, she's been assigned to too many solo assassination missions, because she is the only one Sen deemed to have a healthy mind after the initiation. She felt the need to laugh, but she can't (maybe she not that sane at all). All the jammed missions were now crammed into her schedule, she stuck her tongue out to Sen.

Sen only sighed. " The Rosario Family sent a request to assassinate Julius Green, an American involved in the underground by stealing and selling artefacts. Apparently, he's been conquering the market for a while. Here, the info." The 50-year-old man gave her a black portfolio.

"I'll do it today, I'll make it quick," she announced out loud.

Sen stared at her. "You usually plan before going on missions, what will you do?" He asked.

She grinned widely, got up from sitting on Sen's couch in his office and said, "I dunno, I'll just wing it."

"Zero." A voice called her from her earpiece, buzzing sounds heard from the background.

She winced when she heard her name, she'll never get accustomed to it, she concluded. The name makes her remind of her good 'ol days where slacking is the only thing she's good at, and it never really helped that it made her remind of a certain anime show where the protagonist aimed to rule an empire by overtaking his father.

Damn Code Geass, she cursed. Damn everything that makes me piss off.

She scratched her arms under her suit, Including this itchy clothes.

She gritted her teeth as she struggled to maintain her cool.

"Zero, your enemies are intercepting you, what happened to your 'I'll just wing it'? They'll catch up to you in a minute," the voice mused. Certainly entertained because of her future demise. She rolled her eyes and continued to observe.

Her feet are maintaining a certain pace, which is also her max, she can't go much faster. Fuck,she cursed when she tripped. She's losing her strength.

If someone observed her, they'll be astounded to know that a child her age can go fast sprinting in an hour without getting tired. But she's certainly out of breath and the one's chasing her are adult assassins that was probably trained by devils in hell.

She winced when she tried to stand up and glanced behind her, her gaze looking for abnormalities, if she saw one her body will tense and will react to any noise. She tried to salvage any helpful strategy that was remembered by her 17-year-old self. But nothing worthy of making her survive can help her. Her mind run to its fullest, trying to find ways on how to survive from 5 hellishly trained assassins. Her Master will probably not help her until he considered the situation worthy of his concern. Usually, that means her losing a few limbs and maybe, litres of blood.

Zero then regretted not reading the portfolio fully. She only scanned about the target's basic intel and run through some quick planning.

"Fuck you Julius Green, who would have thought that you have 5 elite assassins guarding you," she muttered under her breath. "Must have caused quite a fortune," she added and clicked her tongue multiple times.

Hiring an assassin will strain a millionaire's wealth and hiring them in group will certainly leave you on the streets without nothing to eat. But hiring an elite assassin will surely cause quite wealth, and hiring them in group could make you a millionaire, if you are a billionaire. They cause that much for they are professionals that were trained by other professionals.And not like some wanna-be assassins who made a name for themselves just by poisoning some infamous politicians.

She decided that hiding is the best option wishing the elite assassins are too dumb and too blind to notice her in the dark narrow pathway on the side of the silent street. Zero right now have a twisted ankle and a bullet inside her shoulders because of her lack of attention. A bruised cheek and gash of wound on his thigh. Yes, she has high stamina and powerful strength for her age. But she's only two-years-old, turning three.

Then she slapped herself, unsure if she even has a good memory.

Her birthday was next week and she forgot about it, goddamnit.

What can child like me do? She asked herself.

I'm weak, I'm little, I am small, I- she stopped mentally belittling herself.

I am agile. I am fucking agile for goodness sake.

Might as well exploit the only thing that made me on equal grounds as them.

She smirked at the thought as she felt someone's presence nearing.

Zero chuckled to herself. Might as well attack first.

She jumped out form the alleyway she was hiding and ruefully smiled when five person stopped in front of her. Their faces bare as she stared at their appearances, all of them with blood thirsty expressions. I sneered at them. These people, ganging up in a child, do these people have no shame?

I inhaled and mentally replayed all my training my mind. This is the first time I was the one who was placed right on the edge, now I'm thoroughly damned. Maybe I pissed off the God of Stoic Bastards, and he decided that the only way for me to pay with my rudeness is with my life. Ah, I will never know what's in the mind of jerks.

A looming feeling came over me. It felt like someone hovered over me and placed a black veil over my head.

All is well,I chanted the mantra on my mind. Remembering a certainly good movie I watched when I was still on my 17-year-old body.

I inhaled then exhaled.

On an instant, I ripped the pistol that is wrapped on my left thigh and started shooting, not leaving any space for them to dodge. I targeted the woman in the middle. Shoot to the right, shoot to the middle and shoot to the left.That way if they decided on reflex to dodge, they'll be shot anyways. I then shot randomly, exhausting the ammunition, then proceeded to throwing the pistol to my side. I cannot fight in long range, how can I use my agility in that range, duh?I ran quickly to the side, barely seeing the assassin with a long hair falling to the ground unconscious. I grinned then groaned in an instant as I hurt my twisted ankle. My bullets are coated with clear and as transparent-as-water poisons. It will quickly spread in your body, going to the nerves and making the pain more intense making you fall on the ground unconscious.

First person down, four more to go.

As I ran to the side, the man with the scarf on his neck quickly followed me, along with the three. I have a hard time running with a twisted ankle and an injured thigh, but I'm fast nonetheless. The problem is my sense of gravity for my left hand is stopping my blood from leaking because of the gunshot in my shoulders. I immediately halted and turned around quickly meeting the man halfway which surprised him. I passed by him dodging his hands while it tried to grabbed me which ended up in vain. I ignored him, deciding to swiftly attack the three others behind him, they ran in line. I tried to attack the man in the middle first not waiting for him to gain his balance from my sudden turn, I brought out two carving knifes behind me trying my hardest to not burst out laughing. If I was not in a rough situation, I would laugh at myself for bringing these knives, but hell, if I did I would be minced meat right now.

I grimaced when the pain in my ankle throbbed, I must endure.

I slashed the carotid artery of the man in the middle, failing in the process as felt the pain from the gash on my leg. In haste of regaining my balance as my whole leg fell, I was thrown on the wall because of the kick of the man on the left. Simultaneously the man on the right took out a rapier slashing my way, I hastily rolled on the side avoiding the sudden attack. I laughed loudly as I stared at the fourth man (who I ignored earlier) who was now swiftly running to our place.

"Three," I said out loud. Ignoring the look of confusion from my enemies.

The fourth man seemed to be thoroughly pissed off because I ignored him previously, I must have wounded his pride. He signed something to the other three guys, making them back off meters away from us, they jumped near the girl who was unconscious and watched from the side-lines.

I almost choked on my laughter when I saw the scene of them backing off. "T-two, HAHAHAHAHA!" I screamed loudly. These shits won't know what they hit them, I mentally told myself.

He instantly stared at me if I was crazy but I just smiled at him. "One."

BOOOOOM!

A weak groan escaped from my lips as an explosion occurred before me. The fourth man was tossed away by the force of the blast, effectively hitting me in the process. As we were both thrown by the side, my exposed arms received burns, thankfully, the fourth man acted as my shield, sacrificing his whole back in the process. I pondered as I replayed on my mind on how I secretly placed the hand grenade on the man in the middle (who I tried cut the carotid artery earlier).

I slowly lift the fourth man which is currently lying above me. The adrenaline, now disappeared, all I was left are burns in both arms, a gash on the thigh, a bullet inside my shoulder, a twisted ankle and a bruised cheek. Lastly, tattered clothes. One must never forget the clothes. Never ever. Thank Kami, if those assassins were a little more careful and payed more attention, maybe I'm now the one who was dead (or Sen will save me). I trembled and fell on my knees feeling the backlash of exhausting all my strength. The pain on my ankle, my thigh, my shoulders and now, my arms are coming back like a bitch.

If those assassins did not underestimate me, and did not think of me as child that can be handled any time, maybe they're the ones that are alive. Thank God for bastards who have so much sense of pride.

"Good one Zero-"The earpiece buzzed to life and I heard Sen's voice from the speaker. I was about to thank him but as the bastard he is, he decided to insult my skills, "-but that was not the best one. You've undergone simulations that will place you in real life and death situations, and seeing what you did just now..."

Shut up, that was my best,I answered in my mind. For Pete's sake, that was real lifeand obviously, I panicked.

"However, I will leave it at that for that was your first time."I smiled as I thought about surviving yet another life and death situation. The reaper must have like placing the blade of his scythe on my neck.

"Good job, Zero,"Sen continued. I grinned, unsure if I heard a sense of pride in his voice.

I glanced at the fourth man who did not died because of the explosion. "Yeah, I'm that great," I praised myself which earned a scoff from Sen. "But let me handle something first."

I took out a dagger, and stabbed the man in the heart in one swift move.

"Hey Sen?" I called.

"Yes?"

"Even though these assassins did not use their dying will flames, when will you teach me anyway?"

"Ah. Is that it? Maybe later."

Later your ass.

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