Will loved his job and took great pride in his work.
The crux of his profession was providing a farewell concert crafted from explosives for those pompous politicians.
However, the nature of his current job differed slightly from those of the past; the work environment was not the barren desert, surrounded by wind and sand, but rather a glamor-filled metropolis.
Walking down the street, observing the passing vehicles and crowds, the artistic ambiance was everywhere.
That's right, an explosion is indeed an art form.
Different from mere execution-style killings, the flame that reaches the sky, the deafening blast, and the trembling surface of an entire city—To Will, there was probably no art more refined than this in the world.
The earpiece occasionally transmitted the accompaniment from his comrades.
The melody was a minuet, completely different from his form of artistry.
Interwoven with the music were passionate whispers from someone.
