Me, Hydra

Hassan Hyakumo, one of the successive generations of Hassan the Elder of the Mountain, is the nineteenth leader of the cult of assassins to inherit the name "Hassan Sabah". His colorful skills, wealth of knowledge, and unpredictable spirituality have earned him the awe-inspiring title of "Hundred-Faced".

In fact, Hyamaki Hassan had a total of 88 personalities, each of which possessed a different skill, and the legendary biochemistry after his spiritualization made this ability of Hyamaki Hassan into a treasure, which simply means that other personalities were separated from his body, and these personalities were equal to Hyamaki Hassan's body, so they also had their own thoughts. However, as there are more and more of them, their power becomes weaker, but their ability to gather information is also stronger, and they can even fake their "fake death" by a little bit.

Although the more body parts there are, the less power there is, but retaining the skill of breath blocking will not be affected, so Hyakumo Hassan can be said that one person is a spy group.

"It's hard to come out once, we definitely can't just quit like this..."

One of the Hundred Face Hassan's personalities, Makur, who represented sensitivity and swiftness among the eighty-eight personalities, carefully lurked in a small space.

Eighty-eight personalities are hidden in one body, as crowded as a room of ten square meters with a hundred people crammed into it. The wish of the "Hundred-Faced Hassan" is very simple: to separate each personality.

Now that they were able to take the opportunity of the Holy Grail War to be separated from their bodies in the form of treasures, they naturally did not want to return to that small room of ten square meters.

Although they are called Rapid Makur, Hyakumo Hassan's retained skill "Kurouji no Shishu" enables them to learn the skills of other personalities unconditionally. For example, "Shrinking".

Although they are not as proficient as other personalities, they can easily hide in a small, 1m high, 50cm long closet.

Just as I was thinking, Sakura walked into the room.

It made Markkuhl's eyes one or two.

"This little girl should be his Mikado! Kill her and all problems will be solved!"

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Volume 2: Extra - 20 - The Death of Marcoule

Sakura hadn't done anything when she came to this house, when suddenly a shadow came out of a small cupboard on the side.

Before Sakura could react, getting the shadow had locked the door of the house.

"What do you want, Uncle?"

Looking indifferently at the black-skinned follower in front of him, Sakura's voice was filled with indifference.

For he knew that this black-covered fellow was Hydra's enemy, or in other words, his own enemy as well.

After a moment of silence, Makur turned his gaze to the young girl.

About a meter and a half tall, almost exactly to his waist. Obviously a flowery budding age, but taking medicine to participate in such a cruel Holy Grail War was undoubtedly a secret telling of cruelty such as magicians.

Looking at the calm looking Sakura in front of him, Makur shook his head indifferently.

"Don't tough it out, I'm here to kill you! While it was undoubtedly a shitty act, I'm really sorry, but I, for one, really don't want to go back to that tiny symbiote!"

As he said that, Makur's gaze instantly condensed, and with a vertical palm like a knife, Makur swiftly stabbed at the tip of Sakura's nose.

Although all of Makur's functions had decreased due to excessive distractions, the Yingling itself existed beyond the specifications of history. No matter how much it was weakened, its skills were still far beyond human comprehension.

After about a tenth of a second, the palm of the sword-like hand had appeared less than 3cm in front of Sakura.

Although he felt sorry, Marcur didn't have the slightest;hold back. Because no matter what, this young girl was still a member of the mysterious side, and God knows what killer weapon was in this girl's hands.

The tip of the nose was one of the most vulnerable parts of the body, and it was also the most deadly and hittable; the external nose was located in the center of the face, a bony structure made of bone and cartilage. As long as a little rough practice a little martial arts can be easily broken, and as we all know, the nose even just to break a pimple is a class due to bacterial infection and cause life threatening.......

Simple, quick, painless. It was the last mercy that Macur could give this little girl.

But before Markkuhl could react, Markkuhl's hand was already blocked by Sakura.

"How... is that possible?! It's obviously just a little girl!"

The small hand, which was only a third of the size of his own palm, was firmly gripping his wrist like an iron grip, and no matter how hard Markkuhl tried, he couldn't make his palm take a step forward, and because of Sakura's powerful strength, Markkuhl could even feel the gripped part of his wrist gradually dying....

"You're the enemy!"

A young, cold voice peeked out of Sakura's mouth.

Hydra wasn't good for Sakura, but good and bad were relative. It was as if someone who had just come from a winter swim at the North Pole would be just as warm again in room temperature water. Sakura was grateful to Hydra for saving her from the demon cave and even teaching herself combat skills without a doorway.

Raging magic roared and rushed through Sakura's young body, clenching her small hands and swinging her pretty show fist at the Makur in front of her without hesitation.

Looking at the small fist swung at his chest, a strong sense of crisis rose in Markur's heart.

For an assassin, a sense of crisis was something more trustworthy than five senses.

With a frown, Markkur's right arm was slightly to the side, and then a clear "click" sound was heard, which caused Sakura's small hand holding Markkur's right wrist to slip, and it was because of this slip. As soon as he had the chance, Markkuhl pulled his arm out and dodged Sakura's swing.

Looking at his right wrist, which was already partially broken, Marcur frowned then quickly connected with the right hand that he had manually dislocated.

After a few movements, the necrotic muscle tissue on his wrist had lost its sensation, which made Markkuhl a little despondent.

"Are all the Imperial Masters monsters now?!"

As he thought about it, Makur examined Sakura in front of him without saying a word.

Muscle necrosis was a big thing but a small one. At least it wasn't a serious injury for a follower like Markkur.

As for this little girl... although her great strength and agility surprised herself, she was young after all, and judging from her battle frame, it could be said that she was full of holes....

Despite thinking so, Markkur was still smacking his lips.

Although his own strength was deteriorated, he was still at the level of a third-rate follower, but this little girl in front of him didn't seem to be that far off from his own strength. It was even far superior to himself in terms of magical reserves....

Without saying a word, Marcur decided to strike first, although his own strength was not as strong as the little girl in front of him, but could tell that this child was seriously inexperienced in combat, if not for his own carelessness just now, his own wrist would never have suffered such an injury.

Putting away his contempt, Makur moved a little more swiftly and sensitively, while Sakura also put on a full display of the Spartan Fighting Technique she had practiced during the day, although it was slightly young, and because of her body's bones many skills could not be performed, but relying on the Strengthening Technique, it was still not to be underestimated.

Dodging a slap to her forehead from Markuul, Sakura saw the opportunity to immediately use her body shape to turn behind Markuul without hesitation and used the joint lock. However, it was clear that Assassin's understanding of joints far exceeded Sakura's.

The old trick of dislodging Sakura's block by dislodging her, a generally sharp dagger emerged from Makur's hand.

"I'm sorry though! But ASSASSIN itself is a handful of people of inferior character!"

As he said that, the palm-length dagger stabbed swiftly at Sakura.

The moment it was about to stab Sakura.

Suddenly.

A sharp pain began to spread from Markkur's heart.

The dagger in front of him didn't stab Sakura, but stabbed into a deep gap in space of power with his small arm.

Looking down, the other end of the space appeared right in the middle of his own heart.

And the pain that came to one's heart was naturally brought about by the dagger in Markle's hand....