You usually used to see Nagumo always have a bright smile on his face, his carefree was always there. He was always cheerful and had infectious enthusiasm. He always had a positive outlook and was always willing to help others. He was a great example of how to live life as a life as an assassin who thinks that everything is a joke. Well... he is the definition of troll.

But now it's different. Today is different.

He got home at your shared apartment, late like always and had a few bruises and bandages. He looks serious, with a furrowed brow and a distant gaze. The usual sparkle in his eyes has dimmed, and his smile is nowhere to be seen.

Instead, there's a heaviness in his posture, as if the weight of the world has finally settled on his shoulders.

"That bullshit Slur..." Nagumo muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. He dropped his large briefcase and slowly made his way to the couch and sat down. "He got away again... that.. fucker." Placing a hand on his face.

Kei Uzuki, known as Slur or X, his target, had managed to escape once more, slipping through Nagumo's fingers at the last moment. The mission had been fraught with unexpected challenges and dangers, leaving Nagumo frustrated and questioning his abilities. Despite his reputation as a skilled assassin, the repeated failures with Slur were starting to take a toll on his confidence and spirit. Then as well as the fight against him and Gaku, one of Slur's member. He was seriously injured.

"I couldn't help it... when Akao suddenly... showed up." He remembered Rion's face in Slur's body, using her as a defense for Slur. He couldn't kill it because he sees his friend... Rion Akao.