Stand Pilédano did, inflicting soreness to himself. The only way he could become a top assassin was by becoming stronger through agony.
'Pilédano. Here is your contract.' Pilédano looked down at the attractive girl he was to assassinate.
'Easy.' He laughed to himself.
Meanwhile stood Allepena, a female assassin though strong through her secretive techniques. Believing that hurting herself was weakening, she hurt others for practise. Real people; innocent people.
A knock came to the door; a furious knock. Tiptoe, tiptoe. Allepena positioned her eyes through the hole. No weapons, a piece of paper. Her next contract. She slowly opened the door, smiling at the man.
'How much are you willing to give?' Was her first question.
'All but less than a million.' The man smiled.
'Deal.' She eyed the paper and looked upon the man.
'Easy.' She giggled to herself.