"I can use all the help I can get," he said with a slight smile. "These people are good people and can't grasp the idea that sometimes you've gotta slit some throats before they get you in their sights."

That had been the hardest thing to convince the good civilians. Standing up and taking pot shots was one thing, but sneaking into enemy lines and cutting throats was something different. They just couldn't wrap their minds around the idea that you can't be nice and win a battle, and Sho wasn't about to force them to do something they couldn't, so it ended up being just him and a couple street brats hitting behind the lines.

"I'm Sho -" his smile twisted a little not really remembering what his name had been at one time. "- they use to call me Maou-sama."