Aftermath alexeirs payback yahiro suffering

The sun had barely begun to set, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling carnival. With their mission successfully completed, the team had decided to let loose and enjoy a well-earned break. Dressed in casual attire, they blended into the sea of festival-goers, determined to embrace the chaos of normalcy for just a while.

Yashiro, always the confident and fearless one, scoffed at the idea of wasting time on childish rides. “Tch, I’m not riding anything that dangles me midair like some idiot.”

Seiran smirked. “Oh? Is our big, bad assassin afraid of heights?”

“Afraid? Pfft. No. I just don’t trust anything that spins you in circles and calls it fun,” Yashiro shot back, crossing his arms.

Kenji chuckled, nudging Alexier, who was still recovering from the trauma of being forced into a sparkling kaleidoscope acrobat costume. “Oh, this is too good. We gotta get him on the Ferris wheel.”

Alexier, ever the opportunist for payback, grinned. “I mean, what better way to prove his fearlessness?”

Without giving Yashiro a chance to object, Seiran and Kenji flanked him, practically dragging him toward the towering Ferris wheel. As they neared the entrance, Yashiro tried one last desperate attempt to escape.

“Wait, wait, wait—we could just go to the food stalls or, you know, play some rigged carnival games instead?”

“Nope,” Kenji said cheerfully, giving him a hard shove onto the ride. “Strap in, buddy.”

The moment the wheel started moving, Yashiro instantly regretted all his life choices. His grip on the safety bar tightened as their cabin climbed higher. “Okay, this is not funny. This is a damn trap. We’re sitting ducks up here. What if an enemy suddenly snipes us?!”

“Relax,” Seiran teased. “The only thing aiming at you is my camera.” He snapped a picture of Yashiro’s increasingly pale face.

Alexier stifled a laugh. “We should’ve put him in my costume from earlier. He’d be sparkling with fear right now.”

“I swear, I will murder all of you,” Yashiro muttered through clenched teeth, eyes darting down to the ground.

“Just don’t throw up on us,” Kenji teased.

As soon as the ride ended, Yashiro stumbled out, looking like he had fought in a war and lost. He leaned against a railing, glaring at his so-called friends. “You all suck.”

“But you survived,” Alexier pointed out. “Like a true warrior.”

“Shut. Up.”

Just as Yashiro was about to curse them all to oblivion, Kenji clapped his hands together. “Right. Next up: the roller coaster.”

“Oh hell no.”

“Oh hell yes,” Seiran grinned, pulling Yashiro along as Alexier and Kenji howled with laughter.

The night was far from over, and so was Yashiro’s suffering.

The team, now dressed in casual attire, made their way to the grand carnival festival, leaving behind their usual assassin personas. The goal? To completely embrace their inner children and, most importantly, make Yashiro suffer.

The Roller Coaster of Doom

Yashiro, trying to play it cool, confidently stepped onto the Carnival's Deadliest Roller Coaster. With a smirk, he looked at Alexier and Kenji.

"Pft, it's just a ride. You babies scared?"

Kenji and Alexier exchanged wicked grins before shoving Yashiro into the front seat. Big mistake.

The ride started slow, the anticipation growing. But when the first drop hit—

"MOMMM!!!" Yashiro's scream pierced the night sky. The sheer terror in his voice had Kenji, Alexier, and Seiran cackling as the coaster twisted and turned, flipping them upside down. By the time it stopped, Yashiro wobbled out like a newborn giraffe, his face pale.

"D-don't… talk to me…" he stuttered, gripping a nearby trash can for dear life. Seiran patted his back, looking completely unfazed.

The Haunted House Betrayal

"Alright, time for something even worse," Kenji smirked, dragging Yashiro toward the 'House of Shadows'—the festival’s most horrifying haunted house.

"I swear to God, if anything touches me—" Yashiro warned. But as soon as they stepped inside, something whispered his name.

"Yashiroooo~"

"OH HELL NO!" he screeched, grabbing Seiran and using him as a human shield.

But the real kicker? A black-cloaked figure lunged at them. Yashiro punched it out of pure fear, sending the poor festival actor flying.

"THAT'S A LAWSUIT!" Kenji howled with laughter.

Meanwhile, Raven, standing outside, smirked. "Glad I skipped that one."

Carnival Games & Chaos

After the haunted house disaster, the group moved to the carnival games. Alexier, surprisingly, dominated the shooting gallery. One by one, he knocked down every target with ease, causing the vendor to sweat nervously.

"Uh… sir, you can’t win that many times."

Kenji smirked. "Oh, he ain’t stoppin’."

Soon, Alexier had won an army of giant plushies, making it impossible for him to carry them all. Kenji, being the troll he is, stuffed one into Yashiro’s arms.

"There, now you have a friend to protect you from ghosts."

Yashiro grumbled but accepted the plushie. Seiran, still having a blast, casually won a ring toss and handed his prize—a ridiculous pink unicorn hat—to Yashiro.

"For the trauma," Seiran grinned.

The Ultimate Penalty Game

Finally, the group stumbled upon a penalty game booth. The rule? Whoever loses must wear a ridiculous outfit and dance in front of a crowd.

They played a simple game of rock-paper-scissors. Yashiro lost.

Moments later, he stood on a small stage, wearing a bright neon tutu and bunny ears, forced to perform the most humiliating dance in history while the crowd laughed.

Alexier recorded everything. Kenji nearly died laughing. Seiran? He just stood there, calmly sipping his soda. Raven took pictures.

As Yashiro finished, he stormed off the stage, grumbling, "I hate all of you."

The night was far from over yahiro's suffering

Alright! How about this for their next badass but utterly ridiculous mission?

Mission: The Grand Wedding Heist

Their next target is a corrupt politician hiding under the guise of a "philanthropist," who’s about to marry his fifth young trophy wife. The wedding is an extravagant event hosted at a royal palace-style estate, filled with powerful criminals, black market dealers, and high-profile targets.

But here’s the catch…

💥 They can’t use weapons until the signal is given.

💥 They MUST blend in as part of the wedding staff and guests.

💥 The target has body doubles to confuse assassins.

💥 The entire estate is rigged with hidden traps, in case of "unwanted guests."

Their Disguises:

Alexier: Forced to be a “bridesmaid” because of course Yashiro thought it was funny. (He’s in a sleek, elegant gown with heels, forced to serve champagne to the VIP guests.)

Kenji: A slick "wedding photographer" with hidden weapons in his camera.

Yashiro: The overly dramatic wedding planner, barking orders at security.

Raven: The cold, deadly "bride's stylist," who is absolutely ready to stab someone with a makeup brush.

Seiran: A clumsy “waiter” who keeps accidentally spilling drinks on the VIP guests. (Totally not on purpose.)

The Chaos Begins When…

The target keeps disappearing, switching places with body doubles.

Alexier, in heels, has to dance with high-profile criminals to stay undercover.

Kenji is forced to take cheesy wedding photos and is dying inside.

Yashiro keeps messing with the security guards by giving them ridiculous tasks.

Seiran drops an entire wedding cake on a mafia boss.

Raven threatens the bride with hairpins when she complains about her makeup.

And when the assassination signal is finally given… everything turns into a battlefield, with wedding decorations as weapons!