บท 248: Chapter 247: Nameless Assassin_1

Chapter 247

Yellow sand, ancient road, tea stall.

He wakes up at dawn, opens the window, letting the cold breeze pour into the room. Then he washes his face, rinses his mouth, sits on the floor to meditate, focuses his breath, and practices swordplay.

He is both a swordsman and an assassin.

An hour later, he opens his eyes, uses a bamboo staff for support, leaves the room, and remembers to close the window before heading out.

He places the bamboo staff next to the stove and begins to kindle a fire. Dressed in ordinary clothes and sporting an everyday face, he does everyday things and seems so ordinary that he could disappear in a crowd. His most distinct characteristic is his lack of any distinct characteristics.

The profession of assassination is self-contradictory: on one hand, you cannot be too famous; on the other hand, you also cannot be unknown.

Being famous will lead to instant recognition wherever you go, but if you are unknown, then no one will hire you to kill.