In just under a day, Death and his gang were beginning to understand the rusts even though it wasn't in their nature to be obedient.
What a joke!
They were stubborn troublemakers to the core. And even Willaim sometimes had a hard time disciplining them... Maybe this was why he sent them over here.
Nonetheless, in so much as they wanted to curse, beat up their instructors and get a move on things, because of their promise to William, they could only bottle it up and keep their emotions to themselves.
Death was going crazy by the day.
F***! He was Death for dreaming sake!
He, Death, was the number one and most outstanding Assassin of their time. The big, mighty guy who brought fear down the spines of many Nobles all over Pyno.
So if his colleagues and enemies knew that he had been running and Downing the entire day, missing his left boot, then what would they think of him?
