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{Location: Las Vegas, Nevada, United States

Alias: Mike Henry

Objective: James Ronald Roger

Mission: Assassinate target before the morning of new years.}

On the roof of a popular casino one can see a young man sitting in a chair reading a file on his target. If you asked him his name he would smile and say Mike Henry, but this was just the name he went by today, same time tomorrow he would have another name. After he put down the file, he opened a brief case. He then pulls out the pieces to a sniper rifle, waiting for his target to arrive he assembles it slowly while watching the pool of the casino across the street. When the sniper is in position, he lines up his shot; not long after an older man with a woman in each arm comes out to the pool. He takes his time making his way to his seat. His name was James R. Roger, he was the assassin's target for the night. After he got to his seat, he patiently waited for the new years' firework show to start.

The assassin looked at his watch and is said 11:59 p.m. "Just one more minute till another corrupt b*stard dies huh." As if on que the assassin heard the whistle of fireworks being launched, right as the firework exploded into a sparkling red James' head vanished in a bloody display. The assassin pulls out a burner phone and makes a quick call, "This is Ghost, target designated James Ronald Roger has been eliminated. Time of execution is 12:00 a.m. of January 1, 2020. Will be moving out and returning to base shortly." Right as Ghost started to pack up from his deed, he felt cold steel pressed up against his temple, "How may I help you?" even though his life was in danger Ghost remained calm as this was not the first time this had happened. "World class hitman codename Ghost. You have been seen as an expired tool and I advise you to die peacefully." The assailant calmly replied. "Sigh* I guess this is it, but could you move your gun. If I'm going to die then I'll end my own life, the organization owes me that much for my work." Ghost had seen this coming. The assailant simply nods as he holsters his gun. Sighing again Ghost pulls out a pill and a bottle of whisky. "Guess this is it, well not like I had much left to do anyways." Sighing one last time Ghost downs the whole bottle of whisky before taking the pill. A few seconds later Ghost was reclining in his seat with white foam coming out of his mouth, he was dead. The assailant smiled as calmly said, "You did good work Ghost I'm going to miss you old friend." This is the last thing the assailant says before turning around and leaving the dead Ghost to look up at the beautiful sky with its dazzling stars and fireworks.

When Ghost woke up, he was in a white void with nothing in it. "Wonder if this is purgatory? Well, I guess that would be a fitting punishment for all the people that I have killed in my life." He said to no one in particular. As Ghost was sitting in the white voice what felt like an eternity, he saw the space start to distort. "What the f*ck?" the next thing Ghost knew he was sitting in a nice chair in front of a desk. In front of him was a beautiful woman dressed in a white suit with a black under-shirt and skirt. "Well then, I definitely didn't see this coming." Ghost was, to say the least surprised by the change of events. "Miss, would you mind telling me what is going on. I know that I am dead as I killed myself, but what am I doing here?" Ghost inquired. The woman pulled a file out of thin air and started flipping through it, "Well let's see, you have gone by Ghost for the last 30 years, but your original name was Jack Blood. You were orphaned off by your parents due to you being the b*stard son of your mother having an affair. From the orphanage you were sent to a particular facility that trained you into becoming a living weapon, you are a master of every kind of martial art, can use any weapon like it is an extension of yourself, a master of deception, espionage, infiltration and stealth, and to top it off you have a body count of over a million individuals. Due to your extreme circumstances you found a hobby in video games and anime as it was an escape from reality. All in all, you have quite the history." After reading off the files contents she looked up at him. "Not bad, your fair white skin paired with your black hair and amethyst eyes make you quite the looker huh. Well, anyways I have been instructed to grant you three wishes and send you to a world of your choosing." She crossed her legs and looked at Jack. "So, what will it be Jack?" Jack was shocked, '3 wishes! anime world! It feels like I'm in some fan-fiction. "Well then, I guess for the world I will have to choose Akame Ga Kill. First wish, have me replace Tatsumi in the timeline while retaining my looks. Second wish give me my own copy of Incersio but when I wear it, it looks like Raiden from Metal Gear Revengence. Third and final wish, give me the ability to control any and all Imperial arms and they will listen to me over their user." After finishing the woman was giving Jack an amused look. "All have been granted, I also threw in Ghost Rider's abilities for my own reasons. By the way, I will be watching you down there so be sure to give me a good show wont you Jackie." She gives Jack a kind yet mischievous smile. "Sure, thing Goddess, also thank you for this." Jac gives her a wide and earnest smile as she snaps her fingers and he is sent on his way. "Well then, show me what you are capable of my young Jackie." With these words the goddess has a yearning glint in her eyes.

A few moments later Jack finds himself on a dirt road, he is wearing a black shirt, a black jacket with purple lacing that matches his eyes, and black jeans with some black combat boots. On his back he feels his Imperial arm he stretches some and says, "I am going to call you Rinryuu or bladed dragon. Now then, lets see what this world has in store for us." Jack felt Rinryuu growl in delight.