DISCLAIMER: : I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

It was easy.

Like Breathing.

Natural.

The way the blade slipped through the flesh of the target. The way the targets eyes opened, just slightly, as if in disbelief.
The sound of the body hitting the floor. The smell of blood, fresh, coppery droplets hitting the floor with the force of impact.
The way he turns, walking towards the door. Not looking back.

There's no need to after all.

No point in looking at someone he didn't know the name of.

No point in staring at the result of his 'hit'.

It is dead after all.

He achieved what he came for, that's all that matters.

Easy.

Like Breathing.

Natural.

He's just professional like that.