**The Palace**
Inside the White House, in one of the largest and most sensitive offices—the Director of National Security's—it appears as though an elderly Reverend Chacha is eagerly awaiting the arrival of one of his young men from Cuba. After five years of rigorous commando training, this young man is returning to protect his country, his strength a significant asset for maintaining peace."Ester, when does Victor arrive at the airport?" the old man asked his secretary, who was strikingly beautiful and captivating."I spoke with him a short while ago, and he said he will arrive in two hours and will come directly here to report," Ester replied respectfully."Fine, you can go."Seven minutes after the two hours had passed, the old man was still waiting with great anticipation."Boss," a voice called out.The old man snapped out of his reverie, lifting his head to see the young gentleman he regarded as his own son—the boCalvin's training under Mzee Haru was intense and fraught with emotional highs and lows, transforming him from a mere fighter into a masterful swordsman imbued with profound ethical principles. As the training progressed, their relationship deepened, intertwining respect with the rigors of the harsh lessons.**Flashback to an earlier session:**Elder Haru's stern voice echoed through the training hall, "Calvin, to wield a sword is to hold power. Misuse it, and you become a tyrant. Use it well, and you become a protector. Remember, every strike carries your intentions."Calvin, gripping the wooden sword tightly, felt the weight of Haru's words. The old man’s eyes, piercing yet wise, watched every motion and hesitation. "Show me your resolve," Haru commanded, stepping forward with an intensity that seemed to cut deeper than any blade.As their wooden swords clashed, Calvin could feel the sting of each impact reverberating through his arms.
Haruto continues, "The waiter decided to call the guards to arrest them because they already suspected I was a thief. But before that happened, there was a young man who had been sitting in the area for a while. He wore a suit, held a black bag, and by his appearance, it was clear he was wealthy. He didn't need to explain his financial status. Slowly, he got up and moved to where I was sitting, though I didn't know his intentions.When he arrived, he didn't demand much; he simply stated that if the problem was money, he would cover the costs. He was a calm and intelligent young man, and I was drawn to him. I particularly admired his belief that 'no matter how much you owe someone, you should first understand and appreciate that person.' He suggested that perhaps this man had run into unexpected trouble, which is why he was out of money, and that we should have listened to his story first. Then, he paid ten million in cash, dismissing the rest as a nuisance, apologized to me
"She is not my biological daughter; she is American. One year while I was in the United States, an invasion occurred at the hotel where I was staying, and the family of that girl, including herself, was kidnapped. The kidnappers had a family dispute, according to the information the girl later provided. After abducting them, the kidnappers quickly fled the scene by car, but they didn’t realize that I was quietly following them. I did this because one of our oaths was to ensure the safety of the nation and its citizens; at that time, humanity was my priority over nationality. Their journey ended at a beach where they released the three individuals: a father, a mother, and their child.As I neared the location, I heard gunshots and the cries of the young girl. I rushed to the area but arrived too late; the child’s parents had already been shot. When the attackers were about to shoot the child, I intervened and shot all five of them. I initially intended to leave the child there but felt
It was already two o'clock at night, but he saw no reason to continue sleeping now that he knew the location of the person he had been searching for all his life. He dressed in black jeans, a black T-shirt, a black jacket, and a black cap, then passed by the reception to mention that he had an urgent matter to attend to that night and would return very early in the morning. He took his car and drove off quickly, eager to meet this person. The lack of traffic at midnight helped him reach the Goba area very quickly. As he neared the directed location, his GPS indicated he was close, so he decided to park his car a little distance away, and officially, the man began his mission—his first since being transformed into a very dangerous human in Japan.As he approached the gate, he double-checked the house number and confirmed it was indeed the one provided. He grimaced and muttered, “The game has just started,” signaling the beginning of his action. He didn't want the hassle of ringing the
"Who are you, what do you want from me, and how can you enter someone's house without permission?" the young man demanded."Young man, you are still very young and, I believe, not yet well-acquainted with this world. Don't let the small amount of money you're given confuse you into continuing to ruin your life. I didn't come here to preach to you. I have just one question, and if you answer it, I will give you another chance to live: Who is Mustafa Yasin?""How can you come into my house, intimidate me, and ask about people I don't know…" the young man started to say.He couldn't finish his sentence properly as a small knife suddenly grazed his ear, causing it to bleed. This frightened him significantly."I think now you might answer me respectfully," Calvin said sternly."I don't know that person," Tomaso replied, holding his bleeding ear."Young man, I am not human when I transform. I warn you again, I have decided to spare you
Calvin breathed heavily, sweat beading on his forehead as he realized that the task he had expected to complete quickly was proving to be quite challenging right from the start.He thanked Tomaso and handed him a bundle of money, eliciting a broad smile from Tomaso. He cautioned Tomaso to keep the matter highly confidential since he did not want it known that he was in the country, and then he left.After returning to his hotel and spending a long time contemplating, Calvin decided it was essential to find a new residence. Despite owning many houses, he opted to purchase an entirely new property near the beach, to carry out his work freely. He went online to search for real estate agents, and after being sent some pictures, one house in particular caught his eye. He visited the location, inspected the house thoroughly, and, satisfied, he made the payment and began purchasing furniture and other interior items. Now, he decided to rest, as it had been a very long day, and
He decided to take a room in that hotel, carried his large bag from the car to his room, and waited until around 6 PM to open it. After opening the bag, he took out his clean tracksuit and white lab coat, then put on a black T-shirt and a large pama hat. After ensuring he looked presentable, he took his sword from its sheath, unfolded it, and examined it for about ten seconds before storing it in the pocket of the coat he had chosen to wear that day. He didn't waste any time and went to sit at Ubungo, choosing a good spot where he could observe the roads leading from Urafiki to Kimara while pretending to be busy with his phone. Within ten minutes, he saw two black V8 vehicles arriving in a convoy from Kimara and stopping. Two minutes later, the old man appeared wearing a very sharp suit, which surprised Calvin and raised questions about why the man was living such a double life. He got into one of the cars, and four men in black suits entered the second vehicle, which then took a co
"You've healed from where you were hiding, and you've made a grave mistake coming at this time. You've come at a very wrong time," he said with clenched teeth. Calvin could tell from the force behind the punches he received that this man was strong, likely the main guard of the old man.Slowly rising, Calvin observed as the man advanced. His punches were fierce and dangerous, forcing Calvin to retreat once more. Realizing that prolonging the fight would be futile, Calvin understood that the police could arrive at any moment due to the murders he committed here. He needed to finish his task quickly. Gripping his sword tightly, he closed his eyes calmly. As the man approached, throwing kicks, Calvin took a deep breath, timing his movements with the man's heartbeat. Then, as the man closed in, Calvin leaped twice into the air. Upon landing, he seized the man's neck, rendering him speechless."No one is born a heathen or a terrifying murderer; circumstances shape them. I was once a civili