The Kitsune: Part 2The first of my targets was in the Siongi region of Nersan; a small farming community outside the west walls of the city. I love visiting there, something about it always feels so familiar, but why course I do not know. What I knew for definite was its thieving background. Yes the majority of the population were peaceful farming families but that was just on the outside, nothing is completely innocent, I know that for certain.
I travelled to Siongi on foot, cloaked, appearing as though I were a simple traveller. I tried my best to keep my hair concealed beneath my hood, it identified me too easily. The Red Fox was another nickname of mine once upon a life time ago. I had dyed it with a mixture of crimson berries and Pigchange potion to permanently stain it a burning red. Also the fact that I wore it to my waist made me stand out a little to the naturally black and brown haired Nersanians. It had caused me many a time to be scolded by the heads of the Assassin's Guild.
I waited until su
Kitsune: Part 1I'm guessing that some of you know me so an introduction will not be necessary, at least not, a formal one. Those of you reading this may know me by another name, I wouldn't know; I've had so many. During this tale and the series of events that transpired after it I am called Kitsune, an old assassin's code that was passed to me by my master after his death, an identity which I used for many years before taking my new name of Shiaki. As exciting and dangerous as my career may sound the life of an assassin is a dull one. The bodies quickly blend into one horrific memory and the victims' faces are quickly forgotten, not the honourable, glamorous profession those children's tales make it out to be. It is a job, that is all, one that I am good at.
Before we begin I should tell you that my memory is weak at its best. Some facts, such as my childhood, my teenage years and hundreds of other moments have been forgotten vanished in a painful haze. The worst of these missing memories include my