"I see you've still not been able to defeat to defeat Cia using only the snow eagle clan techniques, although if you'd used the techniques of your original clan it wouldn't be a problem... Anyways I've called you here because I promised to Grant you any request on your eighteenth year birthday" The clan leader said with a moderately low tone which made the expression on silvers face to become serious.
"I'm sorry if my request seems to grandor selfish after all I owe you my life, if I don't seek Justice I might never feel complete, so I hope you'd Grant me permission to leave the clan, I have something important to do, that is my only request!" silver said with a respectful tone as he hoped that his request wouldn't anger the clan leader as he knew how badvut could be for him.
"I see, I knew that this day would come but I never expected it to be so soon, of course I wouldn't want to be the obstacle between you and you goal, your free to leave the clan and come back whenever you want, I'm guessing that should do right?" The snow eagle Lord said as she stood up from her throne walking closer to Silver.
The snow eagle Lord is the tittle given to the strongest person of the snow eagle clan and isn't necessary the clan Lord. There clan Lord in front of Silver was also the person bearing the snow eagle Lord tilttle. The strongest person of a five star clan is no joke she alone could bring down entire nation's without too much stress. She is one of the people hailed as a Saint, The pillars of humanity.
"thank you clan Lord, it is more than enough" Silver said as he slightly bowed showing a respectful gesture. The snow eagle Lord brought out a black obsidian bladed dagger from thin air with a single wave of her hand. The dagger looked like an ancient relic releasing a powerful spiritual pressure.
"I found it when u found you, you held it tighter than you held life itself" The clan leader said as he gave Silver thee dagger. "this dagger, it belongs to my grand father, itsvone of the things my grand father cherished the most." Just as Silver held the dagger, flashbacks of his past flashed through his head at am astonishing speed causing him to fall unconscious.
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A man looking at someone in his late fifties was having a discussion with a silver haired kid it wan more of a story than a discussion, the kid watched the man with great curiosity as he listened closely to the story that the old man told him.
"So does that mean a greedy Assassin does not die?" The boy asked in amazement. "Haha! No kiddo, it means an Assassin with greed never dies"
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A silver haired kid who looked around ten years old could be seen standing on a pile of monster corpse with blood dropping out from this almost two meter long scythe, his eyes reflected the moonlight as his blood stained silver haired danced with the flow of the wind.
Everyone else looked at him with a sense of respect as they hailed him as the through genius of the clan. At the age of ten years he had already achieved astonishing feats that even many adults had not scratched the surface of.
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When Silver woke up he found himself in an unfamiliar room, the temperature was far below zero but yet was refreshing to the body, he found himself on a big soft bed that had a flowery scent. Just before he could comprehend what was going on he heard a familiar voice.