The Slayer

Prologue:
Standing in the shade of an umbrella, Priest Yaman gave the final prayers for the deceased that were being buried. He watched as the coffins were lowered into the graves. Standing behind them was the only person that attended the funeral; a man who was clad in black clothes, and that was showing no emotion. There was nothing unusual about him other than the fact he wasn't showing remorse, and that the Priest felt something odd about the man's soul. Out of his good nature, Priest Yaman made his way to the man to offer his condolences.

"God will help you through this, my boy. Don't lose faith, they are in a better place." The priest patted him on the back, and started to walk towards his car. He turned around and looked at the man. The wind started to blow, and the leaves trembled and flower petals swam through the air. The priest turned around quickly and got into his car fast. He hit the accelerator hard and drove off. The man turned to see the car speeding its way through the graveyard.

"Didn't like what he felt, I guess. Oh well.."

Ten years later, in an urban metropolis, at a penthouse.a mistake was about to be made.

"So, did you find someone for my services?"

"Well, I exhausted all possible positions. There is no way only one person can do what you requested."

"I will not take that as in answer. Never did, and never will."

Henry Jergon stared at the fat creature that was sitting down across the table. The man was his boss, his torment, and his father. The only reason he stilled work for him, or had any contact with him, was because the boss's pockets were as deep as deep can be.

"Well you will not accept that this is too big for one man, then I'll give you this." Henry threw a folder on top of the desk, and Mr. Jergon caught it as it slid toward him. He opened the file and stared at the eyes of a man.

"I don't feel like reading this. Who is this man?"

"The man you see is Slade Chijitsuki. They call him the 'Living Reaper.'"

"Interesting nickname."

"That is just the beginning. Have you heard of the Fighters' Realm Tournament?"

"Yes, everyone knows the FRT. Oh is him!"

"Yes, the reigning champion for the past 10 years."

"How the hell did you get him?"

"I didn't, but knowing his reputation for being ruthless.I am guessing he will have no problem doing ."

"This is fabulous, do something right."

"I'll take that as a compliment. If that is all, I have other matters to attend too."

"Yes you do, go bring this man here as soon as you can."

"Bu-."

" I pay you to follow, not to talk."

"Very well." Henry walked out of the room, and slammed the door as he left.

" the fuck needs them?" Mr. Jergon opened the file again, and looked at the picture.

"This, what I need."