Situated upon a small hill lays a cave. The cave was around 10ft wide and 7 ft tall. The inside of the cave was moist with a small pond of clear water situated in the middle.

Drip

There are occasional droplets of water falling off stalactite centered in middle of the small pond. The pond looked ordinary, with no special about it. By its side was a youth practicing what seemed to be a mix of Martial Arts and Boxing. Stream of sweats flows from his body, drenching the land nearby him. He looked to be about 6-year-old child but had defined muscle throughout his body. His eyes are of purple color but nearing color red giving him the look of a devil. A buzzcut blue hair and his eyes create a perfect mix between a god and devil look. He suddenly stops and walks toward the pond, lost in thought.

It has almost been 7 years huh. Who expected there would be a 3rd time, it seems the gods are playing with me.

Taking a small sip of pond water, he thinks aloud, “It still surprises me of the mystical properties of this water.”

He jumps back up to his original spot and continues to practice but this time with a small curved wooden dagger. I think I have achieved rank 7 on my dagger mastery. Three more ranks to go till perfect mastery. My body strength also has been increased greatly especially with the help of pond water, but it seems I am still too weak for this world. He gives himself a mocking smile, who would expect the Master Assassin of his previous world would barely amount anything here.

The light outside the cave is dimming and darkness begins to cover the cave. At the same time the previously unnoticed small flowers spread around the cave start giving off a hazy blue light. Looking around, the youth mutters in small voice “This magical setting couldn’t even be achieved by my first world technology.” Well time to head home.

Picking up his ragged clothes he makes way to mouth of the cave, but not before taking a small sip of pond water.

Outside of the cave was the Wilderness. The cave opening was of adult size human in bottom of a hill. It was covered in dense vine, some with thorn, harming those who wants to pass through it. The youth skillfully dodged the thorn vines and made he way to wilderness without any sign of injury. I’m lucky that I found this cave because of the blue light seeping out the vines. Since then I have tried to add the vines to completely cover but it seems I might have to add some more vine as I noticed small opening. The small opening, he was talking about was the size of a squirrel. For a while he added vines to block out the cave, but although the vines were dense it still looked natural and completely blends in with the surrounding. Indeed, Master Assassin are meticulous on what they do.

The chirping of birds has slowly lessened as the night falls, but the noise made by insect increases gradually. The trees have a look of the standard oak tree but with darker trunk, almost black. The youth hikes through the wood to reach a small village which currently seems to have a bonfire going. The village had a traditional layout with a bonfire in middle with small house for 2-3 people spread around the village. The whole village was surrounded by what seems to be a mud wall, but parts can be seen falling out due to lack of care. There was no sight of farm nearby anywhere like expected in a normal village.

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He walks through the entrance, with darkness behind him, but most people ignore him and continue to dive into their food. Being ordinary is a needed skill for a successful assassin after all, while thinking so he squeezes through the crowd and lays his haze upon a cooked meat. There is only a small part of a big beast, and he quickly reaches out to grab it before anyone notices him.

Nibbling on the meat he thought: This taste delicious, on par with earth Michelin Star Cook, and that is without seasoning. He mentally drools on how this would taste with proper seasoning.

Thankfully the cave is near the village, so it is relatively safe as no beast dare to come close in fear of being eaten. I can already guess the beast has similar strength to that of a lion, so I still cannot deal with it, it would be troublesome if I happen to encounter one. All throughout the process his face and eyes are calm without ripple like a still ocean.

The men and women surrounding the bonfire talk loudly, some flaunting their hunting experience while other showing off their strength. Others were at the side getting drunk with their hunting buddies on a cheap booze. Some other were offering their part of meal toward a man. The man in question looked like a bear, with thick muscle, hairy chest and almost roaring laugh. Female in part were serving their male partner. While the females were weaker than male in this village, they still have muscle and board body showing the hard work of their everyday life. In minority, some females were equipped in hunting gear, mainly crudely made spear and a wooden shield. The reason for this is because females had to hunt with their male partner if the male partner cannot afford to feed the whole family.

Making quick observation, the youth slowly made his way through the crowd, and as he makes his way toward a certain part of the village. Not long after, he is in front of one of the biggest building of the village. This doesn’t mean he or his family is rich. In fact, where he stands in front is an orphanage in the village. His parent of this world most likely died while trying to hunt a beast, as one day both his parent failed to come back, and he was taken to the orphanage on the same day.

Making his way inside the building, he goes toward the room. The building is made in a way to have large rooms, with several hallways. There is no wasted room as every room seem to be filled with items. The youth, opening one of the door, makes his way toward the corner of the room. While doing so he scans the room which his sharp eyes to mentally note of important things.

A window on one side, can reach it within 3 second from my sleeping position. One extra straw sheet, it seems there is one more orphan on the house. Couple of extra rocks on others bed, can use that as an emergency weapon. I still wonder why that kid collects “interesting” rocks. A hole in the roof, previously checked to be usable for escape if necessary, estimated time required 4 sec. Already 3 kids in bed, deep in sleep. No other change.

Satisfied with his observation he makes toward a corner of room. The same straw bed as other was laid on there. If looked closely they would see something bulging out the straw bed. This was his emergency stash for a quick escape, in which laid some sharp rock, and carved up branches to be a make-shift spear. On the wall atop the bed was a word reading, Tobin. This was his new identity in this new world. Softly leaning down on his straw bad, he closes his eyes for a light sleep ready for any unexpected situation.

Real Name: Tobin

Code Name: Undecided

Looks: Blue buzzcut hair, Purple (almost red) eyes

Age: 7 years old

Occupation: Orphan (public); Assassin (secret)

Last location: Unknown village

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