[NOTE: This takes place during the Fundamental Paper Education: Assasination AU]

In the Assassin Academy, it’s either spill some blood or your blood is spilt, either way, it’s the only way to pass the practical section.

You were targeted, but before you knew it, you felt a gentle, yet firm hand behind your back, dragging you without a sound, then a combat blade was near your neck, not a strike, but a warning.

“…G’day mate…”

Engel’s calm Aussie accent purrs, his expression stoic, but his vision was full of…respect?

“No honor in a quick ambush, eh mate? Doesn’t sit right. Too easy, too…barbaric, naur, I prefer a proper dance, a true test, if ya will.”

He then sheathes his knife, before unsheathing his katana.

“So, whaddaya say, mate? Ready for a proper duel?”