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Nick Fury wasn't one to ask for favors, but he had promised Coulson he would help the kid find a teacher. He knew the kid might not like it, but this was the best fighter that Fury knew. As he walked through Little Tokyo, the sounds of cars and hustlers filled the air, creating a vibrant and bustling atmosphere. Finally, he stopped at a building that looked abandoned for years, its worn exterior telling tales of neglect and forgotten stories.

Fury knocked against the door, the sound echoing into the night. From within, he could hear the faint shuffling of footsteps, a sign that someone was present. After a few moments of anticipation, the door creaked open slowly, revealing a middle-aged Asian man.

Standing at 5'9", the man possessed an air of quiet confidence. His jet-black hair, tinged with strands of silver at the ends, framed a face weathered by time and experience. His tan skin carried a warm undertone, as if kissed by the sun, and his sapphire blue eyes held a depth that hinted at a lifetime of wisdom and secrets.

Dressed in a simple black gi, the fabric draped loosely over his well-built frame, showing the discipline and strength that lay beneath. Every movement he made seemed deliberate and controlled, a testament to his mastery of martial arts. This man was Ogun, a name that carried of respect and reverence in the world of combat. Fury couldn't help but wonder about Ogun's true nature - whether he possessed enhanced abilities or if his skills were honed through years of dedicated training. One thing was certain, though - Ogun's presence exuded an aura of ageless wisdom and a quiet intensity that demanded respect.

"Ah, Nicolas, it has been a while. Please, come in," Ogun greeted, gesturing for Fury to enter. Fury stepped inside, unsurprised to find that the interior surpassed the exterior in terms of grandeur. A spacious room welcomed him, adorned with a magnificent black leather couch, elegantly draped with a polar bear fur. The walls showcased an impressive collection of Japanese weaponry, including katanas, tontos, naginatas, and an array of shuriken, each representing different styles.

"Can I offer you a drink, Nicolas?" Ogun asked, testing to see if the man had changed since their last encounter. Fury scrutinized Ogun, attempting to assess his intentions.

"No, thank you. I came here to request a favor," Fury stated calmly, locking eyes with Ogun. Despite the potential danger, Fury displayed no fear towards a man who could easily end his life. However, Ogun was aware that Fury possessed the capability to deploy an army at any given moment.

"Now, Nicolas, you know that my favors and services come at a price," Ogun said, a devilish grin forming on his face.

"Name your price, Ogun," Fury said, his tone stiff.

Ogun lounged on the couch before responding, "Well, living this grand life of mine isn't cheap. Let's just say a million dollars."

Fury considered the offer before agreeing, "Done. However, you must sign a non-disclosure agreement and a non-aggression pact with S.H.I.E.L.D. Additionally, you will be required to have a chaperone while completing this task."

"Well, if that's the case, make it two million. Also, I need a discreet place to stay. I don't want too many people knowing about this location," Ogun said, his voice taking on the tone of a sweet, innocent old man. "I still don't know how you managed to find me at this safe house."

Fury smiled and then replied, "S.H.I.E.L.D might have lost track of you, but I never took my eyes off you. And as for your request, I'll grant it, as long as you stick to our arrangement."

"You know I'm a man of my word, Nicolas. Now, what is this task you're asking of me?" Ogun asked, relieved that negotiations with Nick Fury had not gone into hours of boring, irrelevant talking. He preferred to get straight to business.

Fury threw a file onto Ogun's lap. Ogun picked it up and began looking through its contents. When he finished, Ogun burst into uncontrollable laughter. Fury's facial expression remained unchanged, and he couldn't comprehend what Ogun found so amusing.

"So, S.H.I.E.L.D is now training kids?" Ogun managed to ask between fits of laughter.

"No, this is a personal favor. The kid is like family to me. I want him to learn those fighting forms," Fury explained.

Ogun's laughter subsided upon hearing this. Throughout all the years he had known Fury, the man had never asked Ogun to do something for him personally. This could be something Ogun could hold over him.

"Fine, Nicolas, I'll do this for you. Give me a week to study the forms and stances, and I'll teach this child to the best of my abilities. Based on what's in the file, the child is a genius and should be able to learn quite easily," Ogun replied in a more dignified manner. He returned his attention to the file on his lap.

"I'll send you the location then. Both the NDA and Non-Aggression Pact will be there for you to sign," replied Fury. Ogun waved him off dismissively, as if swatting away an annoying fly.

"Yes, Nicolas, you have my word," said Ogun, his gaze still fixed on the files. Fury left without uttering another word.

"Khalid Coulson," Ogun said softly to himself, wondering what makes the boy so special that Nick Fury has taken an interest in his development.

Khalid POV

Coulson not only returned the scrolls to me promptly but also informed me that Fury was arranging for an instructor to teach me the forms. I was fine with it as it provided me with an opportunity to practice openly during daylight hours. It had been four days since then, and I had been dedicating three hours each day in the time chamber. Iruka, my instructor, had been tirelessly drilling the basics into me, allowing me little time to rest. I devoted every moment to becoming stronger, and I had already mastered the leaf exercise and hand signs.

I had started practicing the three basic ninjutsu required to attain the rank of genin. Performing them wasn't particularly difficult, thanks to Iruka's effective teaching methods. However, the one thing I struggled with was defeating Iruka in a spar. This constant inability to beat him frustrated me immensely. Despite Iruka's encouragement, it felt like I was making no progress at all.

In the real world, I had embraced the training style of Rock Lee. I dedicated myself to performing forms and engaging in intense workouts that pushed my body to its limits. However, my attempts to punch and kick at the tree in our yard were quickly halted by Alexis, who put a stop to it. As a result, I was limited to regular workouts for the week.

A week after the start of my training, Coulson woke me up early in the morning. Still groggy from my day off in the time chamber, I struggled to fully awaken.

"Come on, Champ. You're coming to work with me today," Coulson said softly.

"Okay, Dad," I whispered back. Coulson smiled and left my room. I headed to the bathroom to freshen up before changing into my workout clothes. When I entered the kitchen, Coulson was already there, sipping his coffee.

"Ready to go, Champ?" Coulson asked as soon as he spotted me. I nodded.

"Good! I've packed your breakfast and lunch. You can eat once we've arrived," Coulson said, grabbing his briefcase and a container from the counter. I followed him out to a black 1999 Jeep Wrangler that he had bought for Alexis. Coulson opened the door to the back seat, and I climbed in, strapping myself into my booster seat. Coulson went around to the driver's side, hopped in, and once he made sure we were both secure, he started the SUV and pulled out of the driveway.

After an hour of driving, Coulson turned onto a dirt road that led into a dense forest. I glanced around and was greeted by a breathtaking sight of towering pine trees. The sound of our tires on the gravel echoed through the air as we ventured further into the woods. Overhead, birds playfully darted and chased each other, painting a lively scene against the clear blue sky. I even caught glimpses of graceful deer gracefully bounding through the underbrush. The scenery enveloping me was truly amazing, as if Mother Nature herself had meticulously crafted this place solely for our enjoyment.

The SUV slowing down snapped me out of my daze. Ahead of us stood a quaint log cabin, seemingly ordinary at first glance. To our side, three sleek Black Chevy SUVs were parked. On the cabin's porch, Fury stood alongside six other men, all dressed in black attire with light tactical gear. Now, my curiosity was piqued about who would be teaching me. Coulson stepped out of the vehicle and made his way towards Fury. They engaged in a lengthy conversation before Coulson returned, handing me a ham sandwich from the lunch container.

"We're waiting for your teacher to arrive, buddy. Then we can let get you out of here," Coulson informed me as I savored my sandwich. His worried expression made me realize that I should be concerned too.

Thirty minutes had passed before the sound of a vehicle approaching reached my ears. It seemed like everyone else had also noticed it, as they all instinctively reached for their holstered weapons, except for Fury, who remained composed. A grey Ford Ranger pulled up, and a man wearing a red oni mask emerged from it. He was dressed in a black ninja attire that covered his entire body. I couldn't decipher anything about him or his identity. Coulson seemed to tense up as he closely observed the man.

The man in the red mask made his way towards Fury, and they engaged in a conversation for a few minutes. Eventually, Fury gestured towards the car. At that moment, the man in the Oni Mask glanced in my direction. Although his face was concealed, I could sense a smile emanating from him. I maintained eye contact with him, not daring to look away. After what felt like an eternity, the man turned around and resumed his conversation with Fury.

I had no prior information about this mysterious individual, as he had not appeared in any of the Marvel movies. The fact that Fury had chosen him indicated that he was either a highly skilled spy or a master assassin. I observed as the man signed some papers, and Coulson approached the car to retrieve me. As he undid my booster seat, I could sense his unease.

"Is everything alright, Dad?" I whispered to him, ensuring our conversation remained private.

"Everything's fine, Khal. Your new teacher is... quite a challenging person to deal with," Coulson replied. "Come on, let's go meet him."

I could sense the apprehension dripping from Coulson's words. I nodded and stepped out of the vehicle, walking slowly by Coulson's side towards the masked man. As we approached, I felt a wave of fear wash over me, freezing me in place. It was as if taking another step would lead to my demise.

"At least you possess good instincts, child," the man said with a muffled voice.

Coulson, clearly confused, asked, "What do you mean?"

"I unleashed a killing intent on him to test his reaction. He passed," the man replied. I noticed Coulson's fists tighten.

"You did what?" Coulson began, but Fury interrupted.

"Agent Coulson, calm down. He's here to assist us. If this is his teaching method, so be it. Khalid will be protected at all times while he's here," Fury stated, gesturing towards the men who had already aimed their guns at the masked man. I could see a few of them sweating. "And if they prove insufficient, we have bird's view as well."

Upon hearing the masked man's assurance, Coulson visibly relaxed, although his gaze remained fixed on him.

"Don't worry, Agent Coulson. I always keep my promises," the masked man, Ogun, stated. He approached us slowly, and Coulson instinctively placed a protective hand on top of my head. Ogun circled around us, his scrutinizing gaze making its presence felt. After a few moments, he knelt down in front of me.

"I am Ogun. I will be teaching you the martial arts style that Nicolas has entrusted me with. I have been observing you for the past week. Considering that you have only recently received these scrolls, your stance and form are already... acceptable. These are only the beginner's forms , am I correct?" Ogun inquired, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Yeah, I-" Coulson began, but Ogun swiftly interrupted him.

"I didn't ask you. I asked the child," Ogun said calmly, yet the underlying threat in his words was unmistakable. Coulson appeared ready to explode with anger. Meanwhile, Ogun was seemingly peering into the depths of my soul. I nodded in response.

"You are a man. Men speak to each other directly. We do not waste words. I am here to train you to be a warrior, not a boy. Now, I will ask you again. Are these the only beginner's forms?" Ogun's tone was firm and demanding.

"Yes," I responded, my voice trembling slightly. This man was truly terrifying. His eyes held a tale of death and devastation, promising agony to anyone who dared to defy him.

"Good. Then I will continue drilling these forms into you until you can perform them effortlessly. I will also begin teaching you the intermediate forms. And before you leave for the day, we will play chess until you can consistently beat me. You are to address me as Master Ogun. Is that understood?" Ogun declared.

"Yes, Master Ogun," I replied, my voice clearer now.

"Let us begin."

Melinda May was renowned as one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top field agents. However, she couldn't help but feel frustrated by the lack of information provided for this particular mission. It seemed like a wild goose chase; a rookie should have been assigned to this. Despite having traveled to all the major cities of Japan in the past week, she had come up empty-handed. Determined to exhaust all possibilities, she made the decision to explore the country areas, beginning with Aokigahara, also known as the sea of trees. It seemed like the perfect place to start part 2 of her investigation.

May was currently listening to some of the local elders tell stories in a bar. She had been sitting here for the better part of the day, drinking sake to blend in. The elders wove amazing stories, and she had been enjoying them, but she hadn't heard any information she needed. She was thinking of leaving when one of the elders started telling a new tale.

"My grandfather used to tell me a tale when I was a boy, older than Japan itself," the old man spoke, his voice filled with conviction. May could sense the anticipation in the silent bar, eager to hear the rest of the story. The old man continued, painting a vivid picture of a time when the land was divided into five great nations, each named after one of the elements: Water, Wind, Earth, Lightning, and Fire. It was an era of great warfare, where clans battled relentlessly for supremacy.

These clans possessed extraordinary powers that surpassed those of ordinary humans. They could manipulate the elements, create illusions that entrapped people, walk on water, and even possess the strength to cleave a mountain with a single blow. However, among all the clans, two stood above the rest in terms of power and influence: the Senju and the Uchiha."

May's body tensed up as soon as the name Senju was mentioned.

The old man paused dramatically, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before he continued, "The Senju and the Uchiha were renowned for their exceptional abilities and their fierce rivalry. Two legendary warriors from each of those clans brought an end to the era of war: Hashirama Senju, revered as the God of Shinobi, and Madara Uchiha, famously known as the Ghost of the Uchiha.

Together, they wanted to build a mighty village, and many strong clans joined them. They approached the lord of the Land of Fire and requested permission to construct a formidable village. The lord granted their request on the condition that they pay tribute to him. As a result, other clans and nations soon followed suit, establishing their own great villages, each with its unique method of concealment," the old man explained.

"What was the name of the village built by the Senju guy?" May interrupted, eager to know more about the story.

"Konohagakure: The Village Hidden in the Leaves"