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A quiet hiccup echoed throughout the empty alleyways.
In the distance, cheers and jests could be heard from the pub still. The night was technically still young, but the man in an unkempt suit had decided to call it here. His wobbles and occasional stops to make sure he didn't puke attested to the fact that that was a good decision indeed. A sigh from his lips made him furrow his brows in frustration, the lingering smell of alcohol irritating.
The chill was his only solace. His mind was racking to remember the way to the inn he had rented for the week. He had not yet found a permanent residence to stay in, his innate restlessness and indecisiveness making the idea of staying in one place moot. All he knew was he didn't really want to keep traveling. It was about time for him to settle down. The thoughts were bouncing around in his head, but the already cool air dropping degrees cut his train of thought short.
It was an instinctual reaction, his arm coming up to block the sudden blow, years of assassin training coming back to him all at once. A stinging sensation pierced his left arm, blood flying through the air. His mind was struggling to catch up. Taking a quick look around, there wasn't anything immediate to fight back with. In this situation, he would have to rely on martial arts.
The alcohol wore off his mind as pain started to truly settle in. The enemy had a blade, this he was sure of. Not only that, but they were skilled. If he had been a lesser man, his arm would've been cut clean off. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness of night, the figure slightly blurry as he jumped back to get some distance.
A man in a plain kimono, poised with a katana in hand. The blade was still slicked with blood, their expression grim but neutral.
"Hell of a greeting, man..." His breath still smelled of alcohol as he whispered.
He would've liked to try and stop the bleeding, but it was clear he would get no free time to do so. He wasn't a stranger to pain anyways. Putting his fists up in a defensive stance, the other man spoke with a deep voice.
"You are a danger. I'm going to get rid of you."
Straight and to the point. It wasn't even malicious—it was as if they were simply stating a fact.
A wry smile appeared on his face, and the blade swung silver in the moonlight as it came toward him once more.
By then, Kylie was already in his own world. If it didn't concern him, it practically didn't exist. The job he was supposed to be working, the responsibilities he had as both an employee and a person, ultimately amounted to nothing in the face of something new popping up.
"...Ah, a customer? Just find whatever book and leave money behind the counter. I'll get to it some time." He walked past them and out the door in a hurry, his mind already thinking of what he had to pack and how he had to get to Kogyoku.
"Oh. Um. Okay. I guess." The customer, who had just wanted a book, was left dumbfounded. "I'll just... be here..."
