Silva had been in this country for a couple of weeks now and had spent a lot of that time thinking. Since he woke up without any memories a couple of years ago he had been slowly remembering his past. He had known from a letter he wrote that he was an assassin. He had been chasing this career of being an assassin in hopes of regaining memories which helped but something did not feel quite right. He just didnt get the right feeling from the path of an assassin, he enjoyed the killing but it didnt hold much of an impact for him. In is memories the Silva he sees is nothing like the one he is today, a cruel killer that played with his targets and clients even. He felt like he needed to find a new path, one that he could feel is his and not a man he hardly recognized.
He had remembered his best memories all seeming to be involving teaching people, such as Shou the sumo. He liked shaping young minds and helping people improve their lives more so than taking lives. He also have seen countless amount of orphans scattered through this world. Orphaned for countless reasons such as war, illness and many others. They were without homes and knowledge. Silva decided that he would try to gather these orphans to give them a safe place to live and teach them to learn the necessities of this world and to be able to defend themselves.
He had remembered his best memories all seeming to be involving teaching people, such as Shou the sumo. He liked shaping young minds and helping people improve their lives more so than taking lives. He also have seen countless amount of orphans scattered through this world. Orphaned for countless reasons such as war, illness and many others. They were without homes and knowledge. Silva decided that he would try to gather these orphans to give them a safe place to live and teach them to learn the necessities of this world and to be able to defend themselves.
