Silver Masked Asura
In the dim underground space, the air was thick with dust and the stench of blood. A large number of ninjas had gathered here—some fierce-looking, some covered in scars, some wrapped head to toe in black robes, impossible to make out clearly.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted in a low voice.
"Silver Masked Asura is here!"
The originally noisy crowd immediately quieted somewhat, parting down the middle to make way as they watched the not particularly tall figure approaching with great interest.
The man was wrapped in a black robe. He did not look especially strong; he was even considered rather slight among the Underground Black Market crowd. He wore a silver-white metal mask, and the gray eyes exposed beneath it were incomparably cold.
"This is already Silver Masked Asura's third job completed this month, isn't it?"
"I heard he takes several missions at once every time, and they're all the high-difficulty kind."
"I really want to see what he looks like beneath that mask."
The ninja beside him stared at him in shock.
"Are you looking to die? Have you forgotten his strange abilities?"
After being rebuked, the man did not get angry. Instead, as though he had recalled something, he shuddered and fell silent.
Amid the surrounding whispers, Silver Masked Asura had already arrived at the place where missions were exchanged in the Black Market. He took out a scroll and placed it on the table, his voice cold and curt.
"Three heads. Pay up!"
The ninja in charge of receiving them opened the scroll. As the white mist dispersed, three savage-looking heads appeared.
"As expected of Lord Silver Masked Asura. The bounties on these three were not low in the Black Market, yet no one had ever managed to take them down. I