I know you may have questions, but first know that I have finished my classes and will be here for at least 6 months. Math: 6 Months = 156 Chapters per story.
-Auther2.0
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In the outskirts of the 11th district, two ghouls who were watching the internal war in 11th.
"Hey, why are you still outside? That's-" as his voice fell to sudden silence upon seeing her.
While the 11th has had its civil war, other districts have been wary of a purple-haired figure known as the "Binge Eater" known to increase CCG activity by 500%. It's as if her mere presence causes the food supply to drop.
The sound of her footsteps faded till they couldn't be heard anymore, "Dumbass, you see that?" while pointing at a trail of blood that seemed to almost from a puddle.
As they stayed in the shadows watching her while keeping a 'safe' distance, "Remember that we can't get caught, that's the job of recon, rookie" as a familiar face stares through his glasses.
With a quick face change, "Wow, that could've been bad, thanks Captain!" as his smile seemed to brighten anyone day.
"Ah, captain is a bit too much, but we've got to keep track of her movements otherwise, Boss will have our heads," as they continued moving through the buildings.
....
(My name is Tristan, and after what happened in...*sigh* I can't even remember without feeling that fear, could you believe it was a mere child that beens turning overs districts like this?)
"Hey, Kid!" as a sudden voice
With a perfect cut of momentum, his eyes stared fiercely before calming, "Yes, Sir?"
"Remember what our mission is alright?" as he felt a little shaken but shrugged it off.
(How irritating...), as he smiles his very best while nodding as his eyes turn into slits. The trail of blood seemed to stop almost unnaturally.
(We've been tasked with tracking the elusive Rize Kamishiro, as she's been given a reward for her capture but I've been guessing that killing her would be much better, after all I've grown really tired of letting problems walk around...), as he slows slighting after noticing the sudden lack of blood and mysterious body parts.
"So, kid after you meet the info broker you've got to redevous at the bloody well, got it?" he asked while shoving him into a alleyway.
With a scowl, "Disgusting..." Tristan whispered before saying "Got it, sir!". A smile appeared on his as they broke away and Tristan watched with a small smile.
(I hope he dies, or at least doesn't bother me, it'd be quite bad if Boss got word of what I've been doing here) as he moved on.
...
A year ago.
"So, if what I hear is right...you wish to kill the target instead of receiving the bounty and then make an unknown enemy for no other reason than a...hunch?" as his mask moved down and his eyes stared at Tristan's glasses.
With a glulp, knowing that his very life rested on his answer, after all the boss of the 8th district was known for being sercretive even though it's believe he came from an overrun district. "I understand that my request is a bit...much-".
"Haha, a bit much, he says!"
"There's no way, Boss doesn't kill him!"
"Someone get a mop, I'll bet he'll leak everywhere!"
"Come on guys, you're scaring him!"
This was how newbies who wanted to rise through the ranks quickly, died. Boss was known for his bystander personality. "However, you got to know, that something is weird? The