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Fury was having an incredibly challenging week. Unknown assailants had ruthlessly killed seven of his men in Japan. On top of that, Ogun had thrown a tantrum upon discovering that his training time with the kid would be shortened, resulting in more of Fury's men being critically injured and hospitalized. To make matters worse, General Ross had initiated the recruitment of scientists for a super soldier experiment, a project that Fury was desperately trying to prevent.
Currently, Fury found himself sitting at his desk, poring over reports of a young red-headed assassin who had been targeting gangsters and crime bosses. Although he was primarily focused on more pressing matters, he couldn't help but keep an eye on her activities. Perhaps she possessed the qualities that his secret project would require in the future. As he closed the file, he released a deep breath, feeling the weight of his responsibilities.
Just then, his intercom buzzed, interrupting his thoughts.
"You have Alexander Pierce on line 1, sir," said Maria Hill, Fury's new secretary and protege.
"Put him through," Fury replied, picking up his phone and preparing himself for whatever nonsense Pierce would be spouting.
"What can I do for you, Councilman Pierce?" Fury asked, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance.
"When can the Council expect a report on the site in Japan?" Pierce inquired, as if Fury hadn't informed him just two days ago that he would receive the report once it was completed.
"Sir, the report hasn't been sent to me yet. When I receive it, you'll receive it," Fury responded, on the verge of hanging up. However, Pierce continued to speak.
"Even so, what were Agent Coulson and Agent May doing in Japan when this discovery was made?" Pierce asked, his voice dripping with arrogance.
"I sent them there to investigate potential leads on the Dawn organization. We have received information suggesting that they may have a presence in Japan," Fury lied, knowing full well that they hadn't even been able to confirm the existence of this organization. Most people they had approached for information either claimed ignorance or denied any knowledge of their existence.
"Well, I'd appreciate being kept informed about these matters. We are all working towards making the world a safer place. I expect your report at the next council meeting next week," Pierce stated, abruptly ending the call before Fury had a chance to respond.
Fury took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself, before rising from his desk and gazing out of his office window. He hoped that Coulson and May would uncover something significant soon. It felt as though a storm was brewing and they had to be prepared.
Khalid's POV
Everyone sat at the breakfast table, enjoying the feast that Mary-Ann had prepared that morning. I was eating as much as I could, not wanting to train on an empty stomach.
"Slow down, Khalid. The food isn't going to run away," Alexis said, a small smile on her face as she watched me with adoration in her eyes. I swallowed what was in my mouth and washed it down with a glass of milk.
"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to make sure I have enough energy for when I go to train with Master Ogun," I said excitedly. The man may be a sadist, but he was the only person who took my training seriously.
I watched as Alexis's smile faded from her face. "I would really like to have a word with that man," she said.
"No!" Hawkeye and I exclaimed simultaneously, earning strange looks from everyone at the table.
"I understand your concern about Khalid, but there's a reason Coulson never took you to his lesson or to meet Ogun. That's why I'm here," Hawkeye explained.
"Yeah, Mom, Master Ogun is pretty scary when he's serious," I chimed in, trying to support Hawkeye's statement.
"Then why are you all allowing such a dangerous man around my grandson?" Mary-Ann asked, placing her hand under her chin as she stared at Hawkeye.
"Hey, it wasn't my decision, but I will say Ogun is a man of his word. He was paid for a service, and he will carry it out until he deems it completed. I'm just here to make sure he doesn't go overboard," Hawkeye explained to the family.
"Then he won't mind if we sit in on his lesson today. Director Fury and Phil have asked to use my old barn. I will not be denied access to things on my property," Mary-Ann declared, her words filled with authority.
"But-" Hawkeye began, but was immediately cut off.
"No 'buts,' Agent Barton. It has already been decided," Mary-Ann asserted. I sighed internally. I didn't think Ogun would take it easy on me after a week. I was prepared and ready for whatever he had to dish out. My chakra was fully replenished, and I felt like I could train for days. I might have to create some clones to train in more ninjutsu and fuinjutsu.
"Okay, but everyone must watch from the upper deck of the barn and refrain from interrupting. If you want me to stop him, I will give you a special button to press," Hawkeye reluctantly explained after a short pause. It was evident that he was carefully considering his options.
Everyone at the table nodded in agreement. I couldn't help but hope that Master Ogun wouldn't push me too far today, especially for the sake of everyone watching. If I knew Alexis well enough, she would be pressing the button every five minutes to stop the training. Additionally, I didn't want her to be stressed out while she was pregnant. I genuinely felt concerned about what was going to happen during the lesson.
Later that day
I stood in the barn, anticipation building as I waited for Hawkeye to bring in Master Ogun. My adopted family and the Stacys were seated on the upper deck, with Lizzy attempting to quiet down the twins who were eager to join in the training. Alexis sat beside Mary-Ann, who tightly held onto the button Hawkeye had given them. Gwen sat in her mother's lap, clutching her beloved rabbit doll.
In the distance, I spotted the figure of the man walking alongside Hawkeye, his hands calmly resting behind his back as they approached the barn. I focused my attention on the impending training session, pushing aside any thoughts of the audience watching us.
After a few moments, Ogun and Hawkeye entered the barn. Hawkeye positioned himself near the door while Ogun made his way towards me, reaching the center of the barn. As he stood just a few feet away, I respectfully bowed, the murmurs from the upper deck still audible in the background.
A wave of bloodlust filled the barn, causing everyone to tense up. The guards instinctively reached for their sidearms, including Hawkeye. The upper deck fell into an eerie silence, with the twins hiding behind their mother, trembling with fear. Mrs. Stacy held onto Gwen tightly, seeking to provide comfort and protection. Alexis and Mary-Ann tightly clasped hands, their grip revealing their anxiety.
Suddenly, the bloodlust dissipated, and Ogun spoke, "That's better. It's good to see you didn't cower under the more intense killing intent. I'm also glad to see it has silenced our observers."
Ogun turned and looked up, his desire to expel them from the barn palpable. He then turned back to me, saying, "Regardless of them, our time has been shortened. We will be doubling our efforts. You will be given more self-study time. Once you learn and master the Advanced set for the Konohagakure Style, that will conclude my contract with Fury and your father. You will most likely never see me again unless you are an unlucky person."
"Now that we have that out of the way, let us spar and gauge your growth," Ogun said, taking a stance.
I followed suit and took my own stance. I was determined to make the most of this training. By the time I became a Genin, I needed to be able to convincingly defeat at least the Sound Four. Lost in my thoughts, I was snapped back to reality as Ogun began to circle around me. I focused my mind and dashed in, preparing myself not only for my personal enemies but also for the inevitable challenges that lay ahead.
Alexis held onto her mother tightly, her grip never loosening as she watched Ogun seemingly subject her baby boy to intense training for four grueling hours. Each time she was on the verge of pressing the button, Khalid would rise with unwavering determination, asking what was next. His refusal to give up and his relentless spirit gave her the strength she needed to resist pushing the button. After an hour of witnessing the intense fight, Lizzy and Helen decided it was best to take the other children inside. The twins, fueled by Khalid's display of strength, became even more determined to become strong themselves. However, Helen couldn't help but feel worried about the fact that Ogun didn't hold back when facing a five-year-old child.
Alexis watched closely as Ogun wrapped up the training session. "Good, Khalid. Your skills are growing more impressive with each passing moment. As you grow older, you will become stronger, perhaps even strong enough to defeat Captain America if he were alive. I would like for you to start learning the advanced set on your own. By the end of the summer, you will be equivalent to a black belt," Ogun explained.
"Yes, Master," Khalid responded obediently. Ogun then turned his gaze towards Alexis, causing her to flinch under his intense stare.
"Ms. Russell, I assure you that your son will not be seriously harmed. I am a man of my word. If you would like to assist him in his training, I recommend engaging in games such as chess and shogi," Ogun stated to Alexis. She nodded, still feeling a hint of apprehension, but choosing to trust Ogun's word. She then redirected her attention back to Khalid.
"Since it appears that you will be staying here for the rest of the summer, I will now come three days a week, as requested by your parents," Ogun informed Khalid. "However, this does not mean you can slack off in your training. From now on, we will solely focus on the advanced set."
"Yes, Master!" Khalid exclaimed loudly. Ogun turned and walked towards his vehicle, accompanied by Agent Barton. Alexis and Mary-Ann approached Khalid, getting a closer look at him. They noticed light bruises on his exposed legs and arms. Alexis couldn't believe that her son hadn't cried out in pain throughout the entire ordeal.
"Are you okay, baby?" Alexis asked softly, hesitant to touch him in case he was in pain. She was shocked to see her son flash one of the brightest smiles she had ever seen.
"Yeah! I'm good, Mom," Khalid replied, as he reached down to pick up his wooden swords.
"Are you sure, honey?" Mary-Ann asked, also surprised by his cheerful demeanor. Most children would be downcast after such rigorous training.
"Yeah, Grandma! I am a bit hungry though," Khalid replied happily, twirling one of the wooden swords playfully in his hand.
"Okay, how about we go get you some food," Alexis suggested, taking Khalid's hand. She still had some reservations about the training, but seeing Khalid happy made her willing to let it be for now. After all, it was only until the end of summer.
Ogun sat in the back seat of his car, a wide grin hidden beneath his mask. He never expected a 5-year-old to learn and grasp concepts so quickly. It was as if the child had been bred for war. He hadn't seen such potential since Logan. The possibilities for the future excited him, especially the prospect of using the boy to seek revenge on his former student and friend.
Lost in his thoughts about the future, Ogun's cellphone began to ring. He picked it up and glanced at the screen, recognizing the Japanese number. Ogun let out a sigh before answering, "What is it, Sato?"
"Master Ogun, there has been some movement here. All of the Yakuza clans are requesting an audience," Sato calmly informed him. Ogun felt a twinge of annoyance that Sato was bothering him with this matter.
"Sato, didn't I leave you in charge of my affairs in Japan?" Ogun asked, his words dripping with malice.
"Yes, Master, but the thing is, someone killed two clan heads. Right now, they have a gun to my head and are insisting that you meet with them," Sato replied calmly, seemingly unfazed by the situation.
Ogun's blood boiled at the audacity of those who dared to mess with his proxy. Sato was fiercely loyal to Ogun, no matter the circumstances. He was an invaluable asset in Ogun's operation, and finding a replacement for him would be no easy task.
"Are you speaking to me on your cell phone or office phone?" Ogun inquired.
"Office, sir. And if you're wondering, you're on speaker," Sato quickly replied.
"Good. For those of you listening, inform your bosses that I will be there in one week's time. If a single hair on Sato's body is harmed, more than just two clan heads will meet their demise. Do I make myself clear?" Ogun said in a sinister tone. After a few moments, Ogun could hear Sato translating his message to the individuals on the other end of the line.
"Hai, Ogun-sama!" someone replied in Japanese from the other end of the phone. Ogun ended the call and leaned back, contemplating what was happening in Japan. His grin widened, hoping that he had found a new to challenge.
Ogun despised the fact that he had to leave his pupil once again, but he had to deal with whoever was interfering with his business.
Coulson and May had heightened security on the site following the deaths of their men. They ensured that everyone was equipped for patrols. Fury had also instructed them to keep an ear out for any information from the locals. As Coulson watched the news, he learned about the deaths of two prominent yakuza bosses, along with their guards and families. It was a brutal massacre, and only a select few could have orchestrated such an act. Coulson considered the possibilities: internal conflict within the yakuza, a rival gang seeking dominance, government involvement, or the emergence of a new player trying to send a message.
Coulson found it peculiar that the victims had either had their hearts ripped out, been brutally cut down, or impaled in the heart. It seemed more like a ritualistic act rather than a simple massacre, although it could potentially be both. He couldn't ignore the fact that strange occurrences had been happening ever since they had found the Hidden Leaf Village. Coulson began to question whether it was the right decision to continue searching for truth. While he wanted to uncover more about Khalid's past, if their pursuit was causing the deaths of others, perhaps they should leave it alone. He was starting to understand why Khalid's birth mother had fled the way she did. It crossed his mind that maybe the Dawn organization was beginning to make its move.
"Are you okay?" Coulson turned around to see May standing behind him with a tray of food.
"Yeah, just thinking about some stuff. What do you have there?" Coulson asked. May gave a small smile before placing the tray in front of Coulson.
"A sandwich and a bottle of water. You missed lunch again, being cooped up in this RV," May explained. Coulson smiled. He had been engrossed in studying the initial notes from May's first report about the villages and every little detail the doctor had discovered while working.
"Yeah, I know, but I can't help but think we're missing something. Besides, it's not like I can move around freely," Coulson replied, flashing his cast to her. Just then, they heard shouting coming from outside the RV. Coulson grabbed his crutches and followed May, who had already headed out.
By the time Coulson made it outside, he could see a crowd gathering around a newly formed hole. He slowly made his way down into the site, and people cleared a path when they noticed it was him. Eventually, he spotted May standing on the side of Dr. Mann.
"Doc, we're not letting you go down there without any backup!" May yelled at the archaeologist.
"Agent May, I do not tell you how to do your job. Do not assume you can tell me how to do mine!" Dr. Mann retorted.
"Quit it, both of you!" Coulson said loudly, causing them to stop arguing. "Now someone explain to me what's going on."
"One of the volunteers fell into this hole. We gave her a flashlight, and she said she is in some kind of office with dozens of scrolls lining the walls. I want to go down and explore," Dr. Mann explained.
"And what if the place is booby-trapped?" asked May, putting her hands on her hips.
"I've done this for a long time, I could get around a trap or two," the doctor answered quickly.
"I understand your concerns, May," Coulson replied, his tone unwavering. "But we need to take this opportunity to gather as much information as we can. If there's a chance we can learn more about The Dawn and Khalid past, it could be crucial for our mission. We'll take precautions and have guards accompany Dr. Mann to ensure his safety."
May sighed, realizing the importance of the situation. "Alright, but make sure everyone is prepared and on high alert. We can't afford any more casualties."
Coulson nodded in agreement. "I'll make sure of it. Let's gather the team and get ready to explore that office."
May sighed, "Fine, but I assume S.H.I.E.L.D. will be taking the scroll?"
"Not all of them, just the ones that catch our interest. We still have to cooperate with the Japanese Government. So anything that seems too dangerous, we take. Anything dealing with the history of the land, we record and give to them," Coulson explained. May nodded in agreement.
Coulson turned back to the hole, his mind filled with anticipation and curiosity. As they prepared to descend into the unknown, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets and revelations awaited them in the depths below. Little did they know, their journey was about to take an unexpected turn, leading them down a path they never could have imagined.
Khalid's Pov
One Week Later
My training session this week with Ogun was surprisingly less intense than usual. Master Ogun displayed an uncharacteristic kindness towards me, which was a pleasant change. Moreover, he even took the time to offer valuable pointers to the twins when he noticed them practicing the initial form of the Hidden Leaf style on the upper deck. Lizzy, however, felt upset that the boys had managed to sneak into the barn during the session without her. Fortunately, everything worked out in the end, as the boys continued their practice on the upper deck under Clint's watchful eye, while I focused on my training with Ogun.
In addition to my regular training, I had implemented a new practice of sending out five clones every day to further refine my ninjutsu and genjutsu skills. I also managed to convince Alexis to purchase a children's book on beginner's Japanese and calligraphy for me. Surprisingly, Gwen took an interest in it as well, and we would sit together, reading and exploring the book's contents. The progress I made in learning the language astounded most of the adults, with the exception of Alexis and Hawkeye. I even impressed them further by utilizing some of the short sentences from the book in conversation. It was a relief to be able to openly practice my fuinjutsu skills without drawing unwanted attention.
As I was concluding my training session with Ogun, he unexpectedly spoke, "I will be departing once again, and I am uncertain of the duration this time. There is an urgent matter in another country that requires my attention. I trust you to continue your training diligently."
Concerned, I couldn't help but give him a worried look before inquiring, "Is everything alright, Master?"
Instantly, I realized my mistake as a powerful and intense aura of hostility emanated from him, causing me to instinctively jump back and prepare myself for a possible attack.
"Don't trouble yourself with my matters, boy," Ogun retorted coldly, his words dripping with venom. "I have taken lives for merely casting a glance in my direction. Do not delude yourself into thinking that we will have any sort of affectionate bond once your training is complete." I gazed at him in silence for a moment, feeling a mix of apprehension and resignation. Slowly, I nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. Ogun visibly eased his tense demeanor, then departed without uttering another word. I watched his retreating figure for a moment, my body gradually relaxing as I released a heavy sigh.
Hawkeye and the twins descended from the upper deck of the barn, with the twins eagerly rushing towards the house while I walked alongside Hawkeye. As we strolled, my mind remained preoccupied with Ogun's perplexing behavior. Why had he shown such kindness only to abruptly switch gears? Could there be something troubling him in his personal life?
"Ogun is a complex individual, kid. Trying to decipher his motives will only give you a headache," Hawkeye remarked, seemingly attuned to my thoughts. I remained silent, mulling over his words before speaking again.
"Do you think there's a possibility for me to help him change? To free him from the darkness that consumes his heart?" I asked earnestly. The thought of having to confront Ogun one day, knowing it could result in one of our deaths, weighed heavily on my mind.
"I don't know, kid. This week might have shown a different side of him, but deep down, Ogun is nothing but pure evil," Hawkeye explained, his voice filled with a mix of caution and concern. He placed his hand on my head, giving it a gentle, brotherly rub.
"It's probably best to accept him for who he is and let him be once he's finished training you," he advised, his words carrying a sense of finality. I nodded, understanding the wisdom in Hawkeye's words, yet a part of me couldn't help but hold onto a glimmer of hope that someday, somehow, Ogun could find redemption.
Two Days Later
Ogun was being driven to the location of his meeting with the Yakuza, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance. After his training session with Khalid, he had flown straight to this place, fueled by a burning desire to exact revenge on every individual involved in this meeting. They had caused him to return to the wretched country that had betrayed him after World War II, a place he had avoided for years. The only silver lining in that dark chapter of his life was meeting Logan, a connection that had brought some semblance of meaning to his existence.
Ogun was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts as the car came to a stop in front of a bar in Shinjuku. Outside, a group of young Japanese men loitered, some smoking cigarettes while others held various weapons in their hands. Ogun's driver emerged from the car and opened his door, prompting Ogun to step out and join him. As they made their way towards the entrance, Ogun couldn't help but notice the odd glances he received from the people around him, their eyes lingering on him as he was guided inside.
Ogun noticed the heightened security surrounding this meeting compared to the previous one he had attended. Men armed with machine guns stood guard all around him, their presence serving as a clear indication of the potential danger that lay ahead. Following his driver's lead, Ogun proceeded deeper into the bar until they reached an open area with a large round table at its center. Only eight individuals were seated at the table, their ages ranging from 30 to 60. Ogun's gaze fell upon Sato, who stood at the back of the room, bound and gagged. Relief washed over Ogun as he saw that they had not harmed Sato as he had requested.
Locking eyes with Sato, Ogun sensed a calmness emanating from him. "Weren't there supposed to be more of you here?" Ogun inquired in Japanese, his voice laced with a hint of curiosity.
The older clan head stood tall, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His cream-colored suit, tailored to perfection, accentuated his lean and wiry frame. The black pinstripes running through the fabric added a touch of elegance to his attire. As he combed his fingers through his long, wispy white beard, his movements were deliberate and precise, reflecting a lifetime of discipline and wisdom.
His eyes, sharp and piercing, seemed to hold a depth of knowledge and experience. The lines etched on his forehead and around his eyes told stories of battles fought and victories won. Despite his age, there was an undeniable strength and vitality emanating from him, a testament to his enduring spirit.
The katana he held in his left hand was not merely a weapon but a symbol of his authority and mastery. Its blade, polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflected the dim light of the room, hinting at the lethal power it possessed. Every inch of the sword seemed to carry the weight of history, a testament to the countless lives it had touched.
In his presence, one could sense the wisdom of a lifetime, the calmness of a seasoned warrior, and the unwavering determination of a leader. This older clan head was a force to be reckoned with, embodying the essence of tradition, honor, and power. This was Kenji Yamamoto current boss of the Yamaguchi-Gumi.
"Ah, Master Ogun, it's a pleasure to have you join us. I have been asked to lead this meeting due to our shared history. Please have a seat," Kenji said, his voice soft and gentle, although his body language suggested otherwise.
"I would prefer to stand, and if you could kindly release my proxy, Kenji," Ogun responded. Kenji turned and glanced at Sato before using his katana to cut the binds on Ogun's hands. Sato eagerly rubbed his wrists, then removed the gag from his mouth and stood by Ogun's side.
"Now that we have that out of the way," Kenji said, pointing his katana at a screen on the wall, "could you please watch this video and tell me what you see?"
Ogun turned to face the screen as Kenji pressed play on a remote control. It displayed a group of Japanese men sitting at a table, engaged in conversation. Although there was no audio, Ogun could clearly see their lips moving. As he scanned the video, it became evident that they were dining in a secluded restaurant. The footage continued for a few minutes until a figure dressed in a black cloak with a red cloud emblem caught Ogun's attention. He was intrigued because he was unaware of any underworld organization that used a red cloud as their symbol. The mysterious person also wore a conical straw hat with tassels that partially obscured their features.
The cloaked individual approached the table and uttered something, causing all the yakuza members in the video to stand up and draw their weapons. The clan leader, holding a gun, pointed it at the cloaked person. What followed was a brutal massacre.
Ogun's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the cloaked figure effortlessly dispatch the yakuza members one by one. The room filled with chaos as the cloaked figure moved with unparalleled speed and precision.
With a swift motion, the figure disarmed the first yakuza member, swiftly incapacitating him with a series of lightning-fast strikes. The others, caught off guard by the sudden attack, scrambled to react, but their efforts were futile against the cloaked figure's unmatched skill.
As the cloaked figure moved through the room, their movements were a blur, almost too fast for the eye to follow. They dodged bullets with uncanny agility, effortlessly disarming and incapacitating each yakuza member they encountered.
The cloaked figure seemed to anticipate every move, countering with deadly precision. Their strikes were calculated and lethal, leaving no room for error.
One by one, the yakuza members fell to the ground, their bodies motionless. The room grew eerily silent, save for the heavy breathing of the remaining yakuza member, who now stood frozen in fear.
The cloaked figure turned their attention to the clan head, who had been watching the carnage unfold with a mix of terror and fascination. The figure slowly approached, their steps deliberate and purposeful.
With a flick of their wrist, the cloaked figure disarmed the clan head, sending his weapon clattering to the ground. The room seemed to hold its breath as the figure stood before the trembling leader.
With lightning speed, the figure struck, delivering a final blow that rendered the clan head unconscious. The room fell into an eerie silence once again, the only sound being the soft thud of the fallen leader hitting the ground.
Ogun was further taken aback by what unfolded next. The cloaked figure proceeded to extract the hearts from each lifeless body before swiftly vanishing into the shadows, abruptly concluding the video.
Ogun was about to speak, but Kenji swiftly intervened, halting him with a gesture. "Wait, there's another video," Kenji exclaimed.
Ogun turned his attention back to the screen, where a different cloaked figure emerged, wielding a menacing three-headed scythe. This video proved to be far more brutal, as the cloaked figure mercilessly dismembered each individual before finally directing their attention towards the boss. With a swift motion, the figure scraped the boss's cheek using the immense blade, then calmly walked away, slicing their own hand with the scythe's largest blade. Drawing a symbol on the floor, the figure stepped into it, raised their arms, and uttered something to the clan head. Astonishingly, the clan head raised his gun and fired at the cloaked figure, only for the unexpected to occur—the clan head collapsed, blood seeping from his clothes. After a few moments of eerie silence, the cloaked figure retrieved a metal spike from their cloak and plunged it into their own chest. The lifeless body of the clan head lay motionless on the floor, while the cloaked figure seemed to revel in the chaos that ensued.
"These videos may be astonishing, but I fail to comprehend why I was summoned here," Ogun voiced his confusion, his mind already contemplating the idea of tracking down and confronting these cloaked individuals.
"Amazing, you say?" Kenji responded, his tone laced with a mixture of awe and vengeance. "They have ruthlessly slaughtered my fellow yakuza members. They are marked for death. We want you to locate them and eliminate them before they strike again. Rest assured, you will be generously rewarded for your efforts."
As Kenji explained, Ogun detected a hint of fear in his voice, a sentiment he hadn't heard in a long time. Scanning the room, Ogun noticed that the remaining clan heads also wore expressions of fear, except for a younger individual.
"And what about you, young man? How do you feel about this?" Ogun inquired, his gaze fixed on the boy.
"My name is Masamune, the current Head of the Goda-ikka," Masamune declared confidently. "I believe we can handle this situation without any external assistance. These antiquated individuals are simply fearful, but I say we should let them be. If they dare to challenge me, I will not hesitate to eliminate them. This will mark the beginning of a new era for the yakuza."
"Masamune-san, please show some respect to our elders!" the young man across from Masamune shouted, his voice filled with frustration.
"If you choose to follow the path of these old men to the grave, then so be it," Masamune replied, his tone firm. Rising from his seat, he added, "I will handle this matter in my own way."
They all watched as Masamune left the meeting a few of the younger guards following him out.
"Since there are only going to be seven of you, I will need 5 million U.S. dollars from each clan head. I understand that this may seem like a difficult task, but I require half of the amount now and the other half upon completion," Ogun stated firmly.
"Isn't that price a bit high?" Kenji questioned, and the other clan heads nodded in agreement.
"Each of your lives is worth more than 5 million dollars, but if you don't feel the same way, I hope you can all adopt young Masamune's attitude towards the situation," Ogun explained. Murmurs spread throughout the table as the clan heads engaged in whispered conversations. Ogun smiled beneath his mask, utilizing his powers to already know the verdict.
"Fine, we accept your terms. Would you like cash or a transfer to your account?" Kenji responded.
"If there is a computer in this building, Sato can handle the transaction," Ogun explained. Kenji signaled to one of the guards, who retrieved a laptop. After typing a few commands, the guard slid the laptop to Sato. Sato examined the screen for a moment before turning to Ogun and nodding. Ogun reciprocated the nod, and Sato proceeded to enter a few more details before pressing the enter key.
"With that settled, Sato and I will be taking our leave," Ogun declared, turning around to exit.
"What, no time to have a drink with an old friend?" Kenji asked as Ogun began to walk away.
"I have none," Ogun replied dismissively as he swiftly exited the building. The driver made an attempt to enter the car, but Sato intercepted him, taking over the driving duties with a determined expression. After a few tense minutes of silence, Sato finally broke it.
"Master, they failed to inform you, but another one was ruthlessly killed last night," Sato revealed, his voice tinged with concern.
"I am aware, Sato. Let us hasten to the safe house. I must reluctantly reach out to someone, despite my aversion," Ogun responded, his tone laced with a mix of resignation and determination.
"And who might that be, Master?" Sato inquired, his curiosity piqued. He had never witnessed Ogun seeking assistance from anyone before.
"Charles Xavier," Ogun uttered icily, his words carrying a hint of bitterness and a touch of vulnerability.
Masamune had finally arrived at the warehouse, which served as his base of operations. He and his four generals had attended a frustrating meeting, hoping to receive a definitive answer from the elders. However, to their disappointment, another elder was brought in to investigate the murder of their fellow yakuza member. As he parked his bike, he noticed an unsettling silence enveloping the hideout. He had entrusted his younger brother, Kazuya, with the responsibility of managing things in his absence, and he expected to find a lively atmosphere upon his return. It was too early for everyone to have retired for the night.
As Masamune opened the door, he shouted, "Kazuya! Why are you sitting in the dark, you idiot!"
One of Masamune's men entered the warehouse and switched on the lights. As soon as the room was illuminated, a look of horror spread across their faces. The hideout was now a gruesome scene, scattered with dismembered body parts, each bearing burn marks as if they had been obliterated. Overwhelmed by the sight, one of the generals couldn't hold back and vomited on the floor. Masamune and the others swiftly drew their guns, scanning their surroundings with heightened alertness.
"Kazuya!" Masamune shouted, his concern for his little brother intensifying. "Kazuya!"
They all looked around, cautiously venturing deeper into the warehouse. It was then that one of the guards pointed towards the back of the building. Standing there, at the very center of tonight's meeting discussion, was a figure cloaked in black with a red cloud emblem on their chest and a straw hat. Masamune and his generals approached, their guns never wavering.
As they approached, Masamune's expression transformed from worry to seething rage. Among the scattered bodies, his little brother's remained intact, except for a kunai lodged in his neck. To make matters worse, the cloaked figure stood callously on top of his lifeless body.
"So, you're the boss around here? This kid claimed his brother was the boss," the cloaked person taunted.
"GET THE FUCK OFF MY LITTLE BROTHER, YOU WORTHLESS SCUM!" Masamune bellowed, consumed by anger.
"Ah, so it is you! Now I can fulfill my mission!" the figure exclaimed with excitement.
"I SAID GET OFF!" Masamune shouted, his voice filled with fury.
"Yeah yeah. I heard you the first time. But i got a question for you, did you like my little show?", the figure asked smugly. Masamune had heard enough and shot the figure in his chest. His generals where shocked and looked him over to see if he had gained any wounds like the guy in the video.
"Wrong move," the figure said, a sinister smile spreading across their face as their body began to swell like a balloon. Masamune's heart raced with fear as he realized the impending danger. Before he could react, a blinding flash erupted, engulfing everything in sight. It was the last thing Masamune saw before darkness consumed him.
[News Report]
ANCHOR: Good evening, I'm Inko Hitsuguya, and this is the latest news update. Tonight, we bring you a shocking incident that has rocked the Kita-Ku district of Tokyo. An explosion occurred at a suspected yakuza hangout, resulting in the tragic death of Masamune Yoichi, a prominent yakuza boss. Our correspondent Megumi Sae is on the scene with the details. Megumi, what can you tell us?
REPORTER: Thank you, Inko. I'm standing outside the now-devastated building in Kita-Ku, where the explosion took place tonight. Authorities have confirmed that Masamune Yoichi, a well-known figure in the yakuza underworld, was found dead inside the premises.
ANCHOR: Can you provide any information on the circumstances surrounding this incident?
REPORTER: Absolutely, Inko. According to eyewitnesses, a powerful explosion occurred, causing significant damage to the building and its surroundings. The blast was so intense that nearby windows shattered, and debris was scattered across the area. Emergency services swiftly arrived at the scene, and firefighters worked tirelessly to extinguish the resulting flames.
ANCHOR: Do we have any information on the possible cause of the explosion?
REPORTER: At this point, authorities are treating this incident as a criminal act. Given the location's association with the yakuza, investigators suspect foul play. However, the exact cause of the explosion is yet to be determined. Forensic teams are meticulously examining the scene for any evidence that could shed light on what transpired.
ANCHOR: And what do we know about Masamune Yoichi, the yakuza boss who tragically lost his life in this incident?
REPORTER: Masamune Yoichi was a prominent figure within the yakuza community, known for his influence and power. He was believed to be the head of a significant yakuza faction operating in the Kita-Ku district. His death marks a significant blow to the criminal underworld, and it is expected to have far-reaching implications within the yakuza hierarchy.
ANCHOR: Have there been any statements from law enforcement or the yakuza community regarding this incident?
REPORTER: So far, both the police and the yakuza community have remained tight-lipped about the incident. It is not uncommon for such organizations to maintain a code of silence in situations like these. However, we can expect a thorough investigation to be conducted to bring those responsible to justice.