The Best Assassin, Incarnated into a Different World’s Aristocrat

I was sitting deep in the passenger plane seat.

I am about to finish my work overseas and return to Japan.

Assassins exist only in fiction.

That would be common sense for the vast majority of people.

But I want you to think calmly.

There is no more efficient and quicker way to eliminate enemies than killing, and there are more enemies who want to eliminate them than those with money and power.

If there is demand, it is natural that there is supply.

So assassins like me exist.

"... my last job was done as usual"

The assassin is also retired today.

Called the best assassin of our time, I can't beat old age for letting even the president of the country "die ill”.

I've decided on my next job.

He once became a faculty member at an institution where he learned the skills necessary for an assassin.

Educating assassins requires extremely advanced and specialized techniques and a strong mouth that leaves no information outside.

That is not the case with such talent.

From now on, we will raise children who have been found talented.

And create assassins like me.

That's what I thought......

Unfortunately, it seems the story was a makeover to keep me alert.

The passenger plane rocks loudly with the explosion.

More and more passenger aircraft altitude is falling.

"I can understand disposing of tools that are no longer available for mouth sealing, but do we go this far to kill just one person? … but if you think you can't kill them, they seem to appreciate it a lot."

Again, I think I'm old. Because I couldn't predict this kind of thing.

Get up from the passenger seat and run to the sound of the panicked passengers.

I hack into the cockpit room door and break into it.... Naturally, by the time I got here, some of them would have gotten in the way, but I got them to sleep.

In the cockpit room, the captain and his deputy's head were blown away.

If that's all, it's still fine.

Assassins require a wide variety of skills. I can fly a passenger plane.

... Captain, I wish the console hadn't been blown up with the deputy's head.

"I've put an end to someone's life before. I thought one day my turn would come, but I didn't know we'd have a luxurious grave so far."

Close your eyes.

In any situation, we will do our best if there is a 0.01% chance of survival. That's the policy.

All experiences and knowledge are mobilized to find the best hands.

... There's still something I can do.

The altitude keeps dropping.

I can't land this passenger plane well, but it's possible for me to survive alone.

"Was it faster than I thought? You were rooting for it.... it's gonna go away."

Outside the window, a missile-loaded fighter was imminent.

I'm flying over the city now.

As it is, a passenger plane crashes downtown, causing a lot of damage. I'm going to cut it to pieces.

The calculations should take about enough to arrive, but they seem to be turning their hands around from behind.

Missiles fired.

That's a shame, I still had a hand to hit if I just crashed.

Close your eyes.

Air-to-air missiles, AIM-92.

This kind of passenger plane, it doesn't even leave fragments.

You won't even feel the pain then.

...... regret.

As an instrument of the organization, he killed emotions and was betrayed even though he had just faithfully fulfilled his orders.

If you were told to die, you had enough loyalty to even fulfill that mission.

Being trampled on that loyalty made me question my organization and my life for the first time.

If there's something called the next life, let's live for ourselves, not someone else's tool.

If you use this skill, knowledge and experience for yourself, I'm sure...

Hoping so, I continued to take the necessary steps to survive to the last second.

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Open your eyes.

It was a temple there.

If you say so, it resembles the Temple of Parthenon. Stone old white temple.

Let's do a situational analysis. It can't be helpful in that situation.

If so, is that a dream?

"No, you don't. Until just now, it was reality. You were one of the best assassins of your time, but you were also assassinated by a fool. Pugh, dull."

A woman with white hair and a white piercing coat smiles as well. No, it's not just my hair and clothes, my skin, my eyes, everything's white.

Most of all beautiful.

All those elements were made in golden ratios. Being too perfect to deviate from people.

Yet what is the Frank tone that ruins all this?

"... Hmm, can you explain a lot to me?

"I have invited your soul, which is dead. By the way, I'm a goddess. Eh."

"Well, the goddess and I are going to call the dead and make a joke. Given the number of dead people, is God about as many stars or free... or does calling me mean something special?

"Exactly. Normally, bleach something just stained in your soul and it's recycled. Because we're not free either."

I got a bad feeling about it.

Since just now, I've been trying to verify authenticity with emotional muscle movements, voice suppression, sweating, and such elements.

But the goddess and I are too natural to be unnatural, and I feel as if I know all the points this one is trying to read, and I feel sick being acted upon.

I can do something similar, but I can't be perfect this far. rather than an impossible area for people.

That fact convinces me that at least the presence in front of me is not a person.

"Then let me ask you why you called me"

I'm saying it myself, and I have the feeling it's impossible. Still, given the current situation, we have to admit that.

Then I don't need any extra suspicion.

"You're smart. You have a choice. One is to be reborn to someone strange by being bleached soul, chaps. One more thing, instead of taking my request, I leave my knowledge and experience to reincarnate into a different world"

The former, it's not me anymore, it's someone else.

If it were the latter, that would be synonymous with the fact that this life would continue in a way.

It's fascinating that life goes on.

I lived as a tool to kill people, and at the end of the day I regretted it because my owner betrayed me and I lost my life.

Most importantly, given this goddess and why they chose me, there's only one request I'm asked to make, which I don't like very much.

"We're talking about a request and a request, but who do you want me to kill?

"It's quick and helpful to talk. That's this soul I expected, isn't it? Assassinate a brave man in a fantasy world of swords and magic. The deadline is eighteen years after your birth."

"A world of swords and magic? brave man? Isn't that something of a fantasy"

At the same time as I inquire, the information in that world flows together.

As for how the world works, the definition of something called magic, the culture, technical standards and bravery of that era...... I see this is separate from my world.

"Is a brave man a hero? Why do you need to kill him?

"Sixteen years later, after defeating the Demon King and saving the world, the brave man used his power to wreak havoc on the world using his private lust. More relentless and accurate than the Demon King. And eighteen years from now, the world will perish. So go ahead and kill me."

"A brave man defeats a demon king, and then he doesn't need it."

Somewhere, there's something like intimacy.

"If I didn't do something else, I'd let it go, but what he serves out is smashing the tolerances. Pump!"

A world where a technology called magic exists and some human physical abilities outweigh this world.

At the technical level between the Middle Ages and recent times, one point of magic has developed abnormally.

So, reincarnated just to kill the brave?

"Dispose of the brave man who killed the demon king because he no longer needs it. So now that you've killed the brave, don't you think I'll be needing it?

"I told you. Hey, if you don't do it, you let it go. Besides, you don't have that power, and if you can give me that power, I won't choose you from the beginning."

God lays his hands on my jaw and smiles lusciously.

"I chose an assassin because only an assassin, not a warrior, not a knight, not a sorcerer, can kill a brave man within the bounds of being a man."

"I see. So I have to kill a non-standard creature, just a human being within the standard."

To the common sense and doings just given, the reason and doings were inscribed.

There are limits to the human performance that can be born in that world.

A brave man is a being who has pushed his limits greatly and has been overwhelmingly superior since his birth.

And the goddess and the others cannot make special provisions besides their brave men, and only one brave man can exist at the same time.

There is nothing that can be stopped if a brave man runs wild. ”Fighting” doesn't come true for one brave man.

Is that why you're ”assassinating” me?

"I understood the brave and the monstrous nature of it with the information you gave me. I'll tell you in a minute. I can if I just kill you. However, we need performance close to the upper limit of a person's frame."

"Yeah, we'll work together around that. Theoretically the strongest specs within a person's boundaries… and let them choose skills that should be random"

Countless skills, coming up in the back of your brain.

In the world of swords and magic, people are given up to five skills at birth.

Random 1-5 from skills with as many stars.

It's huge to be free to choose that.

It's not just the advantage of being able to choose strong skills.

Combine to exert great power.

"Aren't you going to pick your skills?

"We have too much power, you don't like to think about details. I have goosebumps that do less.... I'll give you three days, so study your skills and choose five. If only you would take my request."

"Let's take it. I still want to go on with my life. I want you to let me hear some before that. With the common sense I got, the goddess can't seem to interfere disproportionately with the world, but does it not hit it to reincarnate me from another world?

"Yeah, it's safe. I happen to replenish it from an approximate world due to lack of soul, and the bleaching of my soul happens to leave me with sweet memories and knowledge, and it just happens to be a high performance body, and I happen to be lucky enough to pull strong skills. Well, within that boundaries,” normal ”is no better than brave."

Easy to understand.

We're just trying to do what's usually possible under the rules.

"Next. I said kill him within eighteen years. As soon as you're ready, can I finish?

"Oh, you can't do that. At the very least, wait until the brave kill the demon king. The Demon King cannot be killed unless he is a brave man, so doing so will destroy the world."

"Okay. Last but not least.... how many souls are caught and reincarnated with bait like me?

It's hard to think that I'm the only one reincarnated with memory to assassinate a brave man.

If you are in the position of goddess, prepare many handkerchiefs. To give you a slight chance.

"Yeah, that's the namesake assassin. You're seeing the situation right...... the answer is no. At least, now it's just you. Because I can't have any of these coincidences."

Now...?

You can't be alarmed about this.

"Last. Do you want the world to be saved, or do you want the brave to be killed?... If you're the former, you can save the world without killing the brave"

"Of course, I want you to save the world. Yeah, if you can save a brave man without killing him, that's good too. … if you can."

The goddess answered with a meaningful laugh.

It conveyed a willingness not to allow any further questions.

"Okay. Let's take it. I'm reincarnated into a world of swords and magic. One, I have a request. I'd rather have a very wealthy house to reincarnate. I have an environment where I train my moves and my body."

"Oh, don't worry about that. Because you will be reincarnated into the house of the greatest assassin in the other world, to the trail of the assassination nobleman, the Towaharde family. So at least poke the strongest in people's boundaries. Once I've decided on my skills, I'll reincarnate them."

The goddess disappeared.

And I laugh.

I didn't know you'd assassinate me even if I was born again.

It's also a more difficult assassination than any other target in your lifetime.

If there's a continuation, I swore I'd make my own decisions, but it's quite ironic to be someone's tool from the beginning.

But I'm not going to complain.

Because there's a respite of eighteen years, and just one kill, and you get paid to be ahead of your life, which should be over.

I live on my own will this time, and look for and get what I call happiness.