Born as Yamada Asaemon Jin, a bastard of the executioner clan, I was raised in the bloody, rain-slicked courtyards of the Shogunate. For years, I grew up in the shadow of the Asaemon prodigies—mocked by Shugen as a "dull blade," dismissed by Sagiri as unrefined, and trusted by the clan elders only to guard the deepest, rotting cells of death row.
I am nineteen, the exact same age as the infamous Kunoichi of Keishu, Yuzuriha. To the Shogunate, I am just the expendable, low-ranking monitor assigned to keep a walking death sentence in line. To her, I am the only man whose ego she can't weaponize—the only guard who sees right through her manipulative, venomous smiles and forces her to drop her exhausting act when the others look away.
But the deadly routine of the capital was about to shatter.
When the Shogun ordered a suicide mission to Shinsenkyo—the fabled island of immortality—I was chosen as Yuzuriha's executioner, expected by my clan to die a nameless death alongside the criminals.
But on the morning the death ships set sail for the bleeding shores of the island, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
[ The Usurper System has Awakened. ]
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Hell's Paradise Fanfiction