Playing in the streets

Descending down from the sky and landing in a dark alley way. Grim closed his eyes and used his mana sensing ability to pinpoint the exact location the mana fluctuations were originating from.

'THERE!!'

Snapping his eyes open, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked out onto the streets.

"Yo Grim!!"

"Its him!!"

"Our hero!!"

"Down with nobility!!"

Recognizing him, a few commoners waved at him while shouting their support.

Smiling and waving at them, he did his best to greet them while not stopping.

Keeping to himself and trying not to let his grimoire go flying off, he walked under the moon lit sky with a small smile hanging off his face.

"You can come out now."

Walking through an empty street, the sound of the wind echoed out as the shadows seemed to come alive.

"How'd you find us?" A voice sounded out from all around.

"Who knows." He shrugged. "Maybe I'm psychic or something."

Falling silent, the voice seemed to contemplate something.

"So who are you guys? Stalkers? Obsessive fans? Or maybe you're assassins?" Talking casually, not a speck of worry could be seen on Grim's face as he seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Now as exciting as this is, I'm a little busy at the moment so could we wait until I'm finished with my business."

*Rumble*

In response to his question, the air seemed to shiver as several hooded figures appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow.

'That wasn't spatial magic.'

Putting that thought aside for the time being, he gave the assassin's a quick headcount.

"Really? Is this all? I've gotta say, I'm a bit disappointed."

Instead of answering him, the hooded figures put their arms behind them and pulled out several knives, cleavers and other similar weapons.

"Seriously? I know this a little hypocritical of me to say but, we live in a world full of magic and you fuckers are using fucking kitchen tools to kill someone? Are you motherfuckers retarded or something? I'd give you a pass if they were enhanced by magic or something but this... this is just fucking embarrassing."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Like holy shit I wouldn't wanna be you guys right now. "

Hearing Grim make fun of their weapons, some of the assassin's started to feel self conscious. This feeling only became worse when Grim materialized one of his swords and said "Look, mine's longer."

"Oh my god, are you carrying fucking scissors?!"

"I um- well-

"And you!" He shifted his attention to another assassin. "Are you wearing face paint!"

"It was... my daughter's birthday..."

"Oh shit, how old is she?"

"She just turned 4." The assassin said proudly.

"Damn, she ain't a baby anymore."

"I know, they grow up so fast. It feels like it was just yesterday that all she could say was dada."

"You and your wife must be really proud."

Smiling sadly, the assassin showed a pained expression.

"My wife died during childbirth. But I've made sure my daughter has everything she needs."

"Well ain't that just the most wholesome thing I've heard all night... It's a shame though."

"What is?"

"That I'm about to make your child an orphan."

"What!"

"Everyone run!!" The disembodied voice suddenly yelled.

"Too late."

[Breath of Wind - 4th Form: Rising Dust Storm]

Creating a glowing green disk under their feet, Grim watched as his spell did its thing.

"Amber." Was the last thing that the assassin father said before the spell activated.

*SLASH*

*SLASH*

*SLASH*

Without taking a single step, Grim managed to kill every assassin sent after him within a matter of seconds.

"Yo Mr announcer dude." He called out to the disembodied voice. "I think your friends are dead." He joked.

"..."

"Oh? You've gone real quiet all of a sudden. Cat got your tongue or something?"

"..."

"Ignoring me eh? Well that's fine, you'll be singing really loud real soon."

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"Kyah!" Holding a one armed middle aged man up by his neck, Grim's outfit was stained in blood as his beast sword dripped with red liquid.

"Now then." He smiled. "Which nobleman sent you?"

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After giving him a couple of light taps, Grim had the assassin spilling all the man details about the man who payed them to get rid of him.

*Crash!*

Dropping the one armed assassin on the ground, Grim crouched down so the two weren't to far away from the other.

"Soooo, what's your magic?"

Gritting his teeth, the assassin raised his head and stared him down.

Smiling at his expression, Grim's eyes went down to stare at his remaining arm.

!!!

"I-Illusion magic." The man stuttered.

"Oh? So that's how you made those guys appear out of nowhere." Understanding how he did it, Grim couldn't help but nod to himself.

"But how did you know I was gonna show up here? Even I didn't know I was gonna come here."

"..."

Seeing that he was refusing to answer, the assassin watched as Grim's head tilted to the side and his smile grew wider.

"Don't you just love symmetry?"

Feeling his arm ache, the expression on the assassin's face darkened.

"We were put a tracking device on you at the party."

'So they've been following me since from back then.'

"I see." He laughed. "Well time to get rid of you."

Hearing him, the assassin's eyes shook as he clenched his remaining fist and thrust it at the now standing Grim.

"DIE SCUMBAG!!"

[Illusion Creation Magic: Fear Incarnate]

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that nothing happened, the assassin felt his whole body turn cold.

"I-Impossible... Y-You don't fear anything!"

Not understanding what he meant, Grim placed his foot on the man's head and slowly exerted force.

"Fear? The fucks that?"

*Crack*