The chair slammed against the ground with the hit man, making a dull echo. Still tied to the chair, the assassin hopped to his side in an attempt to dodge Fukuzawa’s strike. After steadying his breath, Fukuzawa took a big step forward with his right foot, unsheathing the fountain pen with a fury.
Both arms were tucked in while he took an oblique stance. After that, he spread his left leg shoulder width apart and got into a stance as if he were wielding a sword. Then he grabbed the pen with the fingers of his right hand while holding the cap in his left hand against his hip. Fukuzawa lightly pressed the pen against his left hip. After removing the cap, he began lightly drawing lines on a notebook that was there.
He was extremely relaxed, despite being tied up and unable to see.įukuzawa picked up the fountain pen that was on the desk. Normally, people wouldn’t be able to sit still without fidgeting even a little, but this man was different. As suspected, he was still as motionless as ever. Fukuzawa looked back at the diminutive assassin once more. Along with the guns sat some change and a piece of wire to pick locks. There were two old pistols and holsters, which were worn but nicely taken care of. There lay what appeared to be the assassin’s tools of the trade. However…įukuzawa turned his gaze to a small desk in the corner of the room. There was nothing especially peculiar about the man’s appearance that would hint that he was a skill user. He wouldn’t be able to guess at his name or ability based on what he could observe in that moment. Therefore, he had to make sure his information-the MOs of well-known dangerous hit men-was up-to-date at all times so that he could quickly respond to a sudden attack, even during times of peace.įukuzawa observed the hit man. Their attacks and weapons were unpredictable. Unlike Fukuzawa, whose job was to protect, those who killed were ever changing. He knew more about assassins than the average person, since they were also his business competitors as a bodyguard. Fukuzawa could instantly tell this guy was no amateur. He wouldn’t be able to see Fukuzawa, either, due to the sack on his head. BAM! An explosive roar echoed throughout the room, but the assassin didn’t even react. In other words, he wasn’t sleeping.įukuzawa made his way to the wall behind the hit man before immediately slamming his palm against it. The moment he’d entered, the assassin’s head had twitched slightly. Fukuzawa walked around, purposely making sure his footsteps were heard. The only items in the room were a simple bookshelf, a table to discuss business, and a painting. He didn’t appear to be any more than a run-of-the-mill bandit who was good at sneaking into buildings.Īny ordinary guard would think that…but Fukuzawa held a different impression. There was no indication they ever saw combat.
The assassin wore an extremely ordinary navy shirt with work pants and leather shoes. Needless to say, a smaller hit man like this wouldn’t have a chance. It would be nearly impossible to snap no matter how monstrously strong the person. Tied around his arms and legs was iron wire in addition to the rope. The man wouldn’t be able to escape like this, let alone even scratch his nose.
The assassin’s hands and feet were bound, and the thick, dark sack over his head prevented Fukuzawa from being able to see his face. The man was sitting, and he was of a smaller stature than Fukuzawa had imagined. After throwing open the door, he found the assassin.
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