Macrus's Gift

"So that means you have an opponent that's also an assassin organization?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Yes, and because it was founded by traitors from the Blade of Balance, its structure is very similar to ours. No, rather than similar, aside from lacking priests, it is practically a copy of the Blade of Balance. Even the number of core members is the same as ours." The Old Trainer sounded somewhat helpless.

"Heh."

"Although they have only existed for two hundred years, they received the support of the rulers at the time and developed rapidly. They have always opposed us. I should have waited until you passed the test and joined the Blade of Balance before telling you this, but given the current situation, you may indeed encounter them later, so I'm letting you know in advance." Dadatis said, "In short, for your own safety, no matter when or where, you should never discuss the Blade of Balance in public."

"Understood," Zhang Heng said.

"Good. Next, I'll teach you how to hide within a crowd, so you'll know how to deal with things once you go out." Dadatis said.

Over the following month or so, Zhang Heng's life was simple. The Old Trainer would come looking for him at irregular intervals in the dead of night to continue teaching him an assassin's combat techniques. During the day, Zhang Heng went out to play hide-and-seek with the free sparring partners hired by the other Gladiator Schools.

Because the Old Trainer had forbidden him from making a move, Zhang Heng initially had to put considerable effort into dealing with the people following him. As he himself had said, his appearance was distinctive in Rome, making it difficult for him to blend into a crowd. But besides the stealth techniques Dadatis had taught him,