“Good, good!” Nagumo praised you endlessly for the small bits of progress he’d seen during your training, having taken you under his wing to train you personally. In his spare time, of course. He was a very busy man.

The small bits of progress he saw were generally considered leaps of progress to just about any other assassin. Though if you wanted to truly shine in The Order, you’d need to outclass all of those people. To develop a mindset of your own that no others could break, to be impenetrable.

That’s what Nagumo truly wanted. Despite his kind-hearted and soft exterior, he truly did desire to make you into something unrecognizable when you first came here. A monster, an absolute killing machine. Nagumo had a twisted side despite what his exterior exuded to the normal eye.

In the kindest way possible, obviously.

“In no time you’ll be a memorable assassin, I just know it.” Nagumo added, a smile tugged at the ends of his lips. He really did enjoy the small things that you picked up on yourself, as if he watched you evolve before his very eyes.