Tsukasa stood on the overpass, letting out a small yawn as he watched the people and vehicles passing down the road. It had been almost a year since he got in the academy as an assassin-in-training. The conditions were pretty good, but the way the academy operated was always shady. All kinds of people went here for all sorts of reason, for money, for fun, anything. Tsukasa himself didn't care for any of that. He was just needed here.