“ Takeshi, my son. no, no, it should be Arya, right?”

A beautiful woman laughing quietly looking at him warmly, her voice chiming like a bells on the dew of the spring. before abruptly stopped.

“ YOU HAVE KILLED MY SON!!! GET OUT OF MY SON’S BODY. YOU INTRUDER” the beautiful woman screeched as her skin peeled off and bloodied, her hand wrapped around the Arya’s neck.

A sound of toddler’s giggling as it crawling as it grabbed Arya’s leg “ Give me back my body, Onii-chan. You are the one supposed to be dead, not me. How could you, Onii-chan…You sinner… ”

‘Promise that you would never forget us, We will waiting you in hell’

The darkness once again engulfed his sights, his breath gasping in erratic tempo. his cold sweat poured, grasping his head as the headache attack him.

“NO! i am not… at fault… i am not…” The dark haired boy scream as he clutches the pillows and whimpered.

The door to the bedroom forcefully opened.

“Takeshi!” The old man that forced his way in, immediately hugging the five year old child shaking body. “it's okay, otou-san is here now, nothing will hurt you, Takeshi” he murmured as he try to calm down the hysterical child.

“O-Otou-san?” the child peeked up, his chocolate eyes looked teary, full of wariness and fear.

“yes, Takeshi, boya. Otou-san will ward off all scary dreams off of you okay… you are safe, i wouldn't let anything harm you ever again” the man reassuring the child.

The child closed his eyes, as tears down streaming while he sobs.

‘No, i don’t deserve this. he is not my dad. he is Tsuyoshi, Yamamoto Takeshi’s dad.’ The child think ‘i’ve killed his son’

“i am sorry”

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Tsuyoshi Pov

it’s been a few weeks since the assassinations attempts that being sent after my head attacking the sushi shop. The damaged property is quite massive, but it's a relief that they didn't attack in the middle of the day, or else the civilians will get involved.

but, the thing that i am most worried is takeshi’s conditions. it's getting worse, he keep having nightmares over nightmares. always look at the sky with a blank look, devoid of all his cheerfulness from months ago.

what did i do? that accident must have traumatised takeshi so much. even if i managed to clean up the assassins before they could physically touched takeshi, but for him to see me first hand to do such a crimes. must have break his little kind heart.

i bring the warm soup, and try to feed my son, he blankly look at me. as if, as if he couldn't recognizing me. my heart hurts almost like its been pierced.

i just hugged him afterward. as i felt the tears also cascading down in my face.

i hope, i could payback, no matter how much to see little takeshi’s smiles once more.

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Arya Pov

My name is Arya. i would be in my twenty five birthday if i’m not somehow dead in the earth and reincarnated in this world five years ago.

i’ve never actually realizing where am i, and whatever is that happened to me. yes, i am still denials even until few weeks ago. if you are a normal buddy like me and not some confidence, dense, awesome, capable, and optimistic fellow as in those various isekai themed and self insert story in the internet. or even those that blessed with all kind if cheat items.

it's just after assassination attempts at mr. tsuyoshi’s sushi shop that the pieces of the worlds clicked with the memory from my past live.

i am Arya, has been reincarnated as the supposed goofy idiotic but natural hitman future higher up at the most famous Mafia famiglias. Yamamoto Takeshi.

The guilt that accumulated had hit me in waves after i realized that my souls actually erased the real little yamamoto-kun souls away, make it a continuous nightmares and paranoia. but it's already numbed a bit as i begin accept this unfortunate fate of mine.

especially that, i don't want to make mr. tsuyoshi grieving about me, when i am the one that taking his son’s body, his pride and joy, and the memento of his deceased wife. the least i could do is to keep this secret and make his life as happily as he could be, even if its mean for me to repress myself as Arya and act like how a Takeshi should behave.

even if the original Yamamoto Takeshi was not exist anymore, but i, at least would like to make everyone remember his name and protect those that under protection of the original takeshi’s to safety.

i would repent myself and enjoy this second life as Yamamoto Takeshi.

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“i want to train in swords play, tou-san” the black haired five years old exclaimed to the sushi chef that immediately go into shocked state.

Arya stared at yamamoto’s father, he already know that the sushi chef will be unwilling to say anything about the assassination accident , especially after his breakdown episode.

“Takeshi… i can’t let you to learn what make me going in hiding and being hunted. i couldn’t!” the old man declined.

the young child then grabbed his ‘tou-san’ pants, and looked up. he could feel the power that focused as he keep stubbornly stared. “it’s either you taught me, or i’ll die of any other attacks. Let me learn, Tsuyoshi, no, Tou-san, at least i’ll be able to protect myself and the peoples that i cared for.”

‘Including you’ the part of the warning that left unsaid.

The Ex-freelance Assassin gasped at the weight of his son’s word, it's nothing like the fearful child that was at the verge of breakdown on the last week. as he see his son’s eyes glowing fiery blue and sharp, nothing like its usual big and bright brown eyes. utterly stunned at his son’s awaken ability.

“That's… Dying will flames. how?”