"Let's go!" Ichiro said as he started to gather all his things. The sky started to turn amber as Ichiro began to walk towards the City. "Maybe my mates are there, let's just hope so," Ichiro thought. Since most the journey was downhill, it didn't take too long or too much effort to reach. Ichiro was slightly ahead and reached the city. It had become just before noon as Ichiro started to look around the City. It was a quite a modern city, but it seemed to still have the old western themes when it came to the houses and other small buildings. Alongside run down houses were large grand skyscrapers which poked the clouds. "It seems the rich are the bosses around here," Ichiro mumbled to himself. The first thing he noticed was a pub that the locals were entering. "Finally, a chance to get absolutely wasted," Ichiro cheered to himself before charging in. He kicked open the doors and rushed over to the bar and sat on the stool. It was a rather cozy looking bar, that seemed to have locals scattered around the place, playing with a pool table. Clinking their drinks together at the tables and drinking their sorrows away at the bar. It had some large windows surrounding the walls, making it easy to look in and out. "The strongest beer you have!" Ichiro demanded. The flirty, Lopunny bartender winked and poured the pint of beer and placed it in front Ichiro. She winked and walked away. Ichiro sniggered and raised his glass to his mouth. "You've still got it, Ichiro," He happily mumbled to himself before taking a swig of his froffy, beverage.
(Hours Earlier)
Some people was sat around a large table, having some sort of meeting. A hooded figure in the shadows, hiding their identity seemed to be leading the meeting. "Okay...We have called you here...Or should I say, hired you here. To hunt down an escapee from Huilt Prison in the Savannahs. He has tattoos on his arms and his name is...Ichiro. He is a Monferno. He knows too much about the Diamond, despite it being little information. It's too much. So I have hired you to kill off the last possibility of my plan failing. I promise you riches to whoever bring me him...Dead or Alive, I don't mind. Don't hesitate to kill whoever gets in your way," The unknown figure explained. "Since you have the best records and reputations of all the hitmen in all the lands, I expect nothing but success. You will go one at a time," The unknown figure added. Around the table seemed to be characters that varied in attitudes, appearance, and professionalism. The Assassins. "You...You go first, I heard intel that they are making their way to Kingley City. Judging on his pirate-like attitude, he'll be getting drunk," The man finished.