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 A sliver of light flashes and is followed by a mist of red. The grass shivers from the small crash that has

followed. Content with his success Daigo leaves through the open field. Quiet and graceful, he moved away in

an organized fashion. As the moon light shines upon him, his face stood expressionless though with control.

Back straight he calls for the men in black behnind the nearby trees to deal with the rest of his work. With the

completion of his test, he radiates with pride and takes his leave.

Back at the village where a ceremony awaits him the people roar and shout for their affection. Sheds, dirty with

mud was what the village was mainly composed of. The crowd is mainly composed of farmers in ragged

clothing and few women in kimonos. The town square was polished with monuments of the deceased and

training grounds in the nearby field is well made and professional. Daigo appears in the front of the Shinto

arch waiting to receive his mark of becoming a master assassin.As the new pride of the village he would be

the youngest in the history of their village to receive the title of master assassin.Becoming an assassin came

with the works of working directly under the shogunate and obeying direct orders for the cause of

maintaining the stability of Hiroshima. It would be a difficult life in the end but the honor and pride

compensated for everything. In Daigos mind it was all worth it if it was tor keeping his villages pride, mainly

because it was a direct link to his family. The Miyaki clan controlled the village as the defending samurais

and warriors. Generations of ancestors before Daigo maintained the peace of Japan and to Daigo it was just

another duty under his family name.


It was time to receive what he had earned, a dragons marked sheath and katanamarking his mastery of becoming a hitokiri. Grasping it fiercly with one hand, the other reaching for the handle, he deomnstrated his mastery of battojutsu as he cleanly split a stump of a tree. As the ceremony concluded, many festivities occured well into the night in the village. Everyone was in a coma like state due to the over sonsumption of sake for the villagers. Lights out and into the night the village fell into silence, later to be occupied by scurrying feet and shadows casted by the moonlight.