Hitokiri

     He’d been seen passing through the alleyways and called out to-- prompting the swordsman to pause as he would take a look at the scene nearby. A group of thugs, ganging up on two women-- the one who had shouted out to him carrying a staff with the other defenseless. The hoodlums themselves were still, but could jump at any time.

“... Oh? Assassin, huh.” A snicker follows the other’s answer to Izou’s inquiry. Looking upon the woman, she appeared more like some sort of odd Caster than an Assassin, and already, he found himself looking down upon her. “What kinda Assassin are you supposed to be? Especially with that outfit of yers. What’re ya gonna do, seduce someone t’death and claw at ‘em with those nails of yers?”

     Pausing mid-step, normally Izou would greet a woman approaching him with some kind of smirk-- but the question he had been posed did little else but sour his mood.

“Fer someone who’s memory is supposed to vanish after a day, y’sure are persistent with latchin’ onto me,” the man exclaimed with a slightly annoyed, slightly taunting tone-- but by now he was getting relatively used to it. “Seriously...”

     It was already starting to grow dark, but the water didn’t feel cold yet. At least, not for the man who had already spent a good couple hours swimming. And he’d go on if it weren’t for the fact that he was starting to get hungry by now.

“What? Summer’s endin’ already? I guess it has been gettin' cooler, but...”

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“Kickin’ me outta that restaurant... the hell is with that?! Since when did these city pricks get all high an’ mighty...” He’d left what seemed like a meager barbecue restaurant in the Fibonacci Ward’s 4th Level by choice-- frustrated with the growing complaints he’d been receiving. But, after having at least walked a block away, the man paused, turning to reconsider. “Not dressed nicely enough, huh... ‘tattered’ my ass. Tch...”