On a sunny day, with the wind gently swaying the leaves of the trees, two lines of students—one of boys and one of girls—stood in formation. They all wore gray uniforms, complemented by gray blazers and red shirts underneath.
At the very end of the boys' line stood a young man with white hair and slightly reddish eyes. He wore an introspective, almost antisocial expression. Holding his backpack like a suitcase with only his left hand, he stood with a hesitant posture.
This was Yuuki Nara, a highly intelligent sixteen-year-old student who regularly scored between 100 and 200 points on every test. Most of the time, his scores were either 199 or 200. Despite his academic talent, his parents—obsessed with work and studies—hardly paid attention to him.
Suddenly, Yuuki heard a voice that made him raise his head:
— You are the chosen one.
Intrigued, he looked up at the sky and saw something shining like a transparent diamond, repeating the same phrase:
You are the chosen one.
When the diamond's light enveloped him, an overwhelming fear took hold of Yuuki, as if he were about to be murdered. He tried to call for help, but no one seemed to notice what was happening.
Unable to open his eyes, he rubbed them with his hands over and over until he finally managed to see. When he opened them, he found himself in a paradise: emerald-green fields stretched as far as the eye could see, cool wind rustled the leaves of the trees, and Yuuki lay beneath one of them.
He quickly realized that something had changed deeply in his senses. His body felt different—filled with extraordinary strength, unnatural speed, unbelievably sharp reflexes, and an agility he had never experienced before.
Now, Yuuki wore a white hooded cloak. His black pants and shoes were polished to perfection, looking brand new. Around his waist was a belt holding thirteen small knives, and beside it hung a purple scythe with intricate designs on the handle and glowing red eyes near the blade.
— Yuuki-sama! — a female voice called from afar, clearly searching for him.
Hearing his name, Yuuki looked up and saw a young woman with black hair and yellow eyes running toward him, dressed in an elegant white dress.
— Yuuki-sama! You suddenly disappeared! Everyone was so worried about you!
— I'm sorry, Akame-san. I just wanted to get a bit of fresh air. No need to worry.
Akame… Normally, the presence of such a beautiful woman would have left him frozen, maybe even unconscious. But something in his body and consciousness felt different now. In this new world, he was able to act naturally.
— Master, we have a new mission today — Akame informed him.
Another mission? Wait… I'm an assassin?
— Who am I supposed to kill?
So that's it… From the memories I have of this world, I'm the greatest assassin in this kingdom.
— The mission is to eliminate the demon Metius, who is terrorizing the northern region of the Kingdom of Assis.
Mission means reward, right?
— And what's the reward?
— 1.470 billion gold coins.
— What?! — Yuuki nearly lost his composure but managed to keep his expression under control.
(That's a lot of money… I'll accept this mission.)
— I'll carry out the mission. Thank you, Akame.
Surprised and slightly blushing, Akame nodded before turning and heading back toward Yuuki's castle—the residence of the legendary assassin. She seemed emotional, whispering softly to herself:
— Thank you, Akame…
Yuuki stood up. His eyes caught a poster hanging on the wall: "Metius, the Demon of the North — Mission: Eliminate Him!"
A strange feeling crawled through his body, something both unsettling and satisfying.
— This feeling… it's the feeling of killing… — he murmured with a faint smile.
Determined, Yuuki headed to his hideout and stepped through the portal connecting the countries. The passage was smooth, and he emerged in the frozen lands of Northern Assis.
His eyes scanned the icy horizon until they found his destination: an imposing, shadowy mansion. With firm steps, Yuuki entered the building. As he stepped onto the luxurious red carpet at the entrance, he noticed the sharp gazes of guards and demons fixed on him.
— Lord Metius… — his voice echoed through the room.
— Yes, young one? — a deep, powerful voice replied.
— I have a request… but I'd rather discuss it in private.
Metius tilted his head, intrigued.
— Very well…
With a gesture, the demon transported them to a white, empty room where silence reigned.
— Tell me, what is your request? — Metius asked with a confident smile.
Yuuki lifted his gaze and, with chilling calmness, answered:
— My request… is your death.
For a moment, silence ruled the room—until a thunderous laugh erupted from Metius. He laughed uncontrollably, clutching his stomach, his voice echoing across the walls.
— My death? Boy, you are truly bold! HAHAHA!
Yuuki didn't hesitate. With a swift motion, he drew a small knife from his belt. His aura changed instantly, radiating an intense red glow. In a leap impossible to follow with the naked eye, Yuuki lunged at the demon.
Before Metius could even react, it was over. His head was severed by such a precise strike that he didn't even feel the cut.
The room vanished, and Yuuki returned to his castle with Metius's head in hand, gripping it by the hair. He handed it to Akame, who promptly threw it into a magic portal.
At that exact moment, a bag of coins emerged from the portal, landing at Yuuki's feet.
— Here are your coins, Lord Yuuki — Akame said, offering the reward.
— Thank you, Akame — he replied casually.
Hearing his gratitude, Akame blushed lightly, looking away.