Night had come, and a lot of criminal groups, big and small, had gotten their hands on the mysterious orbs, all of them gaining immense power from it, the source still an unsolved mystery. The news regarding police troops going missing everywhere in Tokyo terrified the citizens, barricading themselves in their homes out of fear, but what scared them even more was the mountain of police cadavers left outside of the Silver Strand Restaurant, a bold move. Criminal groups had begun rampaging along the streets of Tokyo, mainly little dogs who thought that they could overcome the largest of mountains now. A group of “gangsters” approached the Silver Strand, surging in confidence and certainty that they were about to overtake one of the largest organizations, the Yaju. However, the Yaju wasn’t large due to its size, but due to its methods. Knives and guns in hand they marched towards the Silver Strand, kicking open the entrance door. The pale man from earlier stood up. - “You boys need to order something?”- He said, slowly curling a devious smile. - “You better shut the fuck up before we kill you, where’s the boss of this place?”- One of the goons asked. - “Hey, that's rude.”- Said the man. In an instant the man appeared before the goons. One of them attempted to strike him with his newfound strength, but it was futile, it didn’t even phase the man. The man placed his palm on the goon’s stomach and blinding white light burst through him, exploding his upper body. “What the fuck! Who are you?!” - The remaining two goons attempted to run away in the face of this ruthless monster, but this wasn’t possible. The man lunged towards them, catching up and placing his hands on their heads, the same white light coursing through them, this time, incinerating them both. - “Beautiful.”- The man grinned, staring at the blood covering his hands. He went back to his table, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, and beginning to drink. In the same fashion, small gangs would attempt to overtake Teppeki, but only their corpses remained. The government had to do something about this, certainly, this chaos wasn’t good for them at all. It couldn’t say anything for now, but it too had gotten its hands on the orb, and had prepared a team of mercenaries, tasked with the mission to eliminate any supernatural threats. First up on the mercenary team was a young prodigy. Since the age of seven he has been serving as a mercenary for the government and now at the age of 12 is truly a veteran. He is short, but that only helps him, a sneaky, lethal assassin. Cherry red eyes combined with red spiky hair and a cold, emotionless gaze. Codename: Stab. Second, the brain behind the operation. A man with unparalleled intellect that is always one step ahead, his hair white as snow and his eyes black like the abyss, thin but strong. Codename: King. Third, A mysterious figure,served in the army for years, the rifle his symbol. Tall and menacing, all that can be seen is his piercing eyes in the dark, cloaked in tactical equipment. Codename: Rifle. Finally, the fourth. The epitome of strength. A tall muscular man, found by the government six years ago in the streets of Tokyo. 8 feet tall and 215 kilograms heavy. Long spiky hair and a feral-like face. Codename: Beast. The government had no time to waste, first, they had to gather intel regarding the two main syndicates that posed the largest threat, and for this job, Stab was the perfect candidate. The next day, Stab would wait until night came. The situation in Tokyo was only worsening, the streets in total anarchy, but the bigger threat was Teppeki and Yaju, who had begun mass operations in drug and weapon trafficking, utilizing their new strength. As night came, Stab infiltrated the streets of Tokyo, wearing a black turtleneck along with black pants, and to top it all off a beige trenchcoat. He brushed past the craziness beside him on the streets and made his way towards Red Dragon. He arrived unnoticed. He confidently entered the club through the main door, the bouncer failing to see him ran inside, as he thought he felt something walk past him, but after taking a look down the staircase he brushed it off. Stab slowly descends the stairway, making sure that each step is as quiet as can be. Once inside he is faced with a wall of men, guarding what Stab hopes is one of his targets. Stealthily he makes his way around the wall, but what the men were guarding couldn’t possibly be human. Stab recognized one of his main targets, Yamako, the brother of the Head, in an unusual manner to say the least. Yamako was holding down one of his men, biting into his flesh with his sharp fangs, ripping chunks of meat from his body, followed by the helpless screams of the loyal soldier. “I’ll be merciful since you’re crying!” - In a blink of an eye Yamako devoured the man whole just like a komodo dragon engulfs its prey in one bite. There was no blood left except around his mouth, nothing, he was erased. Stab wanted to see if he could find another target but in that moment of thought Yamako slowly turned his head around, seemingly locking eyes with the invisible Stab, his hands and face covered in blood. It was intimidating, especially considering Stab was only 12, but shortly after Yamako proceeded with his business, possibly letting Stab off the hook this time. Stab took it as a warning, and decided that was enough intel for today, heading back to government headquarters. “General, you had to see it yourself to believe it.” - Said Stab. In the dull briefing room the bulky old man known as the General stood up after hearing Stab brief him on the intel, while the other mercenaries couldn't sit still from the excitement. Pulling out the lighter from his military camouflage pants the General lit a cigar and sighed - “This is horrible, and you’re sure he saw you?” - asked the General. “He most likely did, that couldn’t just be an odd coincidence.” - Replied Stab, running his hand back and forth through his hair. “Alright, for now you all should leave, and be careful. I’ll think of a plan, we get to work tomorrow morning.” The streets of Tokyo were full of death and chaos, with criminals robbing and killing anything they could find. Yasuo had just left the Red Dragon, as he usually went on walks around midnight to clear his thoughts. He pulled out his shriveled 7 Stars pack and lit up a cigarette. He stared at the moon, as if to take his eyes off of Tokyo, he let out a sigh, lowered his head, and continued to walk. Through the ravaged alleys of Tokyo, a sight captured Yasuo’s attention, a group of thieves harassing an old man begging on the street. “Tch, some scumbags.” He slowly approached the group, his eyes ablaze with anger and disgust. He gently tapped one of the thieves on the shoulder - “Hey, could you leave him alone, please, he's someone I know.” - Anger was coursing through him but he managed to put on a smile in order to calm the situation down. Two of the men understood that Yasuo was no joke, as sweat began to drip down their faces, their mouth frozen, unable to speak. The three remaining thieves were a bit less sharp, failing to understand the presence in front of them. They began laughing and then stopped, pulling out a small firearm and aiming it at Yasuo. “Or what? You’re gonna beat us up with that fake sword of yours?” - Yasuo’s smile withered, what remained on his face was intent that made the robbers nervous, uncertain. “Well then, you should try shooting me with that.” - The man was enraged, how could he be taunted by such a silly looking man, taking a breath, he pulled the trigger, while Yasuo remained motionless. DUM! The thief holding the weapon dropped to the solid concrete ground, his head no more and the bullet sliced in half, the two thieves looked at each other in disbelief, however, before they could blink, their heads met the floor. Scared shitless, the two remaining men ran for their lives, not even glancing back at their comrades’ lifeless bodies. Yasuo let out an annoyed chuckle and helped the man get up. “T-Thank you, sir. I owe you my life.” “I don’t need your thanks," Yasuo said as he put out his cigarette and threw a large stack of cash at the man, but before the man could express his gratitude, Yasuo was already gone.

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