Arata was on the streets of Rome, he had to train his freerunning skills and also get some money in the process, maybe he'd finally become an Apprentice after this mission, he needed his promotion, to be regarded as more than just a lowly newcomer, he wanted to go higher up the ranks and become more powerful in the process, eventually becoming one of the greatest Assassins known to man, but now was not the time to dawdle and ponder over such things, he had some training to do.
He ran towards a small wooden market stall, before jumping onto the wall in one tremendous leap, petrifying the customers and the shopkeeper, before springing off onto the top of a house, grabbing the ledge and hoisting himself up with relative ease, before he turned left and ran towards the edge of the house, frontflipping off it before landing in a commando roll on the house next to it, quickly finding his footing and running towards a few horizontal poles, jumping on the first before making long, jump steps towards the other poles, jumping again towards a walkway to a castle, landing in the center of the walkway in a commando roll, sprinting up the walkway towards the waiting Assassin, he stopped running a few meters away from him, the Assassin looked at him with an impressed expression apon his face, handing Arata 200 Florins.
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