Renki-chan

DESYNCHRONIZED I must hit him...I must... I have no voice anymore, his hands on my throat tighten stronger more and more, yet I am still able to breathe. Around us only smoke, the cannon balls come one after another, but to our ears their sounds are just like a distant echo. Before my eyes I only see the face of my father. Above me, he is offering me endless possibilities to hurt him, to even kill him ... he is completely uncovered, it would take only me raising my harm and pull the hidden blade out and yet ... I ... I can not... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH --- DESYNCHRONIZED --- The cry rang through all the cave at the very moment i

4 Dicember 1777 I wake up early that morning. Churchs's bells was still silent and the sunlight has still not entered the room, but on the other side of the thin curtains I could see bright. I got up and looked though the window pane. Everywhere fresh snow, still untouched from wheels and foot mark, invaded my sight. Under that white blanket the industrial Boston was sleeping, waiting from a new morning full of thing to do. Things like the ones that I, Grand Templar Master, hold in my hands. I knew that, for example, somewhere in the frontier, or maybe even hinding in some street of the city, lay my worst enemy. The Assassin that brought bac