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Hero of Arkbaiki
Infiltration Mission

Infiltration Mission

The scene moves to a two-floor cream-colored estate, which is lit up by the night moon sky, with its windows and balcony. Ornate columns flanked the grand entrance, with the word Thompson on the plate name. The house is surrounded by a well-manicured hedge. On the right side of the house, near the hedge, there is Kenji in it. His white coat somehow remained clear despite crawling through the dirt. The mansion loomed before him, and its windows were pretty dark, not a single light in it.

"I don't understand. I should just walk through the very beautiful front door~~" He adjusted his earpiece. "An actor such as myself is sneaking around like some common thief~~"

The sound of button mashing came through his earpiece. "Don't be so dramatic, and stop whining. It's called infiltration, geez. I can't even enjoy myself in peace." Amabella's voice was punctuated by the distinct sounds of a fighting game.

"I know what infiltration means, squirt~~" Kenji stood up, brushing some dust from his sleeves. "Are those video game noises? You're supposed to be my eyes~~"

"For your information, d*ck. I am your eyes. I can see everything you see while destroying this boss." Amabella eyes glowed as she clicked the screen furiously, trying to finish the game. "And don't call me squirt."

Kenji rolled his eyes, creeping along the garden path. "At least tell me which window to enter through, tiny."

"For the third time, you f*cking moron, second floor, east wing. There's a balcony with big sliding glass doors. Do you copy? Or do you want me to alert the people inside the house that SOMEONE is creeping on the house just because you called me tiny??"

"You wouldn't dare, shorty~~" Kenji glanced up at the indicated balcony. "Besides, this is ridiculous. I could summon my swords right now and-"

"And blow our whole operation and let Captain get mad. In that case, be my guest. Now, just follow my lead and- YES! FINALLY!! Take that, you long sword freak!!!"

"Are you even paying attention anymore?"

"I will not if you don't start climbing and continue to distract me. And for your information, I can multitask. Now shut up and do your f*cking job."

Kenji sighed dramatically. "The things I do for this job~~. My beautiful coat might get wrinkled~~."

With an exaggerated sigh, Kenji gripped the ornate stonework and began to climb. Despite his complaints, he moved with surprising grace.

"This is ridiculous." He hauled himself up another few feet as he climbed. "People of my caliber shouldn't have to resort to such methods~~"

"Less talking, more climbing. Chop chop. You are almost there." Amabella's voice crackled through the earpiece.

Kenji reached the balcony and swung himself over the railing, his coat swishing behind him. He approached the sliding door and tried to slide it. They didn't budge.

"It's locked." He slides the door again. "Why would anyone lock the balcony door~~?"

"Geez, I don't know." Amabella's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Maybe to stop people from breaking in? Now shut up and do the lock pi—"

A flash of silver cut through the air as Kenji summoned his Kusanagi sword. The blade hummed with a resonance blade sound.

"Wait, what are you-"

The sword sliced through the door multiple times like butter, causing the door and the glasses to fall and shatter to the ground.

"Problem solved~~. You are slow, tiny~~." Kenji dismissed the Kusanagi, which disappeared in the air.

"OH GOD YOU F*CKING RETARDED MORON!" Amabella's rage quit on her game, and she finally focused on her eyes, watching Kenji. "I said quietly! What part of slicing through a door with your sword screams stealth to you?"

"Please." Kenji stepped into the darkened room. "It was far easier, elegant, and fast. Besides, I am in."

"That's not the f*cking POINT! There will be evidence of forced entry, you F*CKING PIECE OF SH*T!"

"Such harsh words from such a tiny person."

"I—" Amabella is speechless, "Kenji, let's do our job this time, and let me hack your bank account after we finish this."

"Oh, don't you dare, tiny girl~~" Kenji moved through the darkened hallway, his footsteps silent despite his polished boots, passing through several rooms and several antique pieces of furniture in the hallway.

"This silence is unnatural. A house this size should have some maid noise." He paused at an intersection.

"My sensors show zero heat signatures on your floor." Amabella's keyboard clicked in the background as she looked at the CCTV inside the house that she managed to hack. "There's no one within a hundred-meter radius either. So don't worry"

"I could've waltzed through the front door." Kenji traced a finger along a dusty side table. "If you know there is no one in the house, I don't even know why we would waste time creeping in this house instead of just walking commando, with me naked in there as well~~"

"Well, yeah. But now, you already announced our presence by destroying those windows. So, good job announcing yourself." The sound of rapid typing filled the comm. "Take a left here. The suitcase should be in the study at the end of this hall."

Kenji turned left, his eyes scanning the shadows. "No guards, no security, no staff. Doesn't this seem too convenient?"

"Look, my equipment doesn't lie. And my seer Power, in case you are blind, is more effective than your eyes. I've triple-checked everything."

"This place should be heavily guarded. Thompson's family should have hired more bodyguards for this suitcase. But here we are, in an empty mansion. Does this scream strange to you, tiny??"

"Trust me. If there was anyone here, I'd know."

"TeCHnOLogY can be fOOled~~"

"Not my tech." Amabella let out a frustration. "Fourth door on your right. The suitcase is behind a painting of some old guy with a mustache."

"If we get ambushed by someone, I'm sending you my dry cleaning bill." Kenji approached the indicated door. "And therapy bills. And a new car to replace the one that got destroyed two days ago~~"

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"Just get the suitcase, drama boy."

Kenji pushed open the heavy oak door, revealing a study lined with leather-bound books and oil paintings. Moonlight filtered through tall windows, casting shadows across the Persian rug.

"There's your mustachioed gentleman~~" He approached a stern-faced portrait featuring a figure named Theodore Thompson, one of the people who contributed to Arkbaiki country. "Though I must say, old Thompson's fashion sense leaves much to be desired~~"

"You can admire him all you want, assh*le. But now, we have to get rid of this huge portrait. The suitcase is behind that."

Kenji carefully took down the painting, and it revealed a wall safe - all brass and intricate gears, with multiple rotating dials arranged in a complex pattern.

"This looks complicated~~" Kenji ran his fingers over the mechanism. "Who uses mechanical safes anymore?"

"Don't even think about-" Amabella started.

Kenji summons his Kusanagi sword in his hand. "Time is money~~"

The blade struck the safe's surface, which caused a high-pitched whine to fill the air, followed by a red beam that shot from the middle of the safe. Kenji rolled sideways, his coat whipping behind him as the laser scorched the wall where his head had been moments before.

"Welp, how do you feel, drama boy??" Amabella grinned.

"What the actual hell?" He rolled behind an antique desk. "Since when do safes shoot lasers?"

"Since always, if you're rich enough. I was trying to tell you it might have security measures."

"You said there weren't any security systems!"

"I said the electronic security was disabled. That's a mechanical safe with mechanical countermeasures, moron."

Kenji stood up, brushing dust from his sleeves. "Well, you're paying for any damage to my coat. We agreed - if I got ambushed-"

"No, no, no. Your exact words were 'ambushed by someone.' That safe is a something, not a someone."

"This is workplace harassment~~" Kenji straightened his vest. "I'm filing a complaint~~"

"Please do. I will also file a complaint, which I will do now." Amabella typed something on her device. "I found this detailed video on Youdeo about cracking these vintage safes. First, turn the main dial clockwise until-"

"You're getting safe-cracking tutorials from Youdeo?" Kenji's hands hovered over the dial. "What happened to pRoFeSsionaL inTeLLigence~~?"

"Hey, some of those lock-picking channels are legit. Now shut up and listen. Three turns right, stop at 42..."

Kenji reluctantly followed her instructions. The mechanism clicked and whirred with each precise movement.

"Left twice, then what?" Kenji's fingers worked the dials.

"Hold on." Amabella's sensor started to beep furiously. "Oh shit. dumb*ss, we've got company. Multiple signatures approaching from the northeast, about 5 kilometers out."

"Human?"

"Mechanical. Robots. Heavy ones." Amabella's eyes now focus on the radar on her invisible screen. "They're moving fast. You've got maybe two minutes before they reach the house."

"How long to crack this safe?"

"Five minutes." Amabella's voice tightened. "You need to work faster. Right to 15, then left to 89..."

Kenji's fingers flew over the dials, following Amabella's rapid-fire instructions. The safe mechanism clicked and groaned with each turn.

"One minute thirty seconds," Amabella warned. "And these readings... these aren't standard security robots. They're combat models."

"Wonderful~~" Kenji spun another dial. "Any other good news?"

"Just focus on those numbers. Right to 27, then..."

The safe's mechanism groaned as Kenji worked the final combinations. Heavy metallic footsteps echoed through the mansion's halls.

"They're inside the house." Amabella's voice crackled. "East wing, ground floor."

"Oh, wonderful. I am so cooked~~" Kenji's fingers danced across the dials. The last tumbler clicked into place, and the safe door swung open with a satisfying creak. "Finally~~"

His triumph faded as he peered inside. Dozens of identical black briefcases lined the safe's interior, stacked neatly in rows.

"Are you kidding me?" He grabbed the nearest case, checking its serial number. "Which one is it?"

"The one marked X-437. It is placed in the deepest left corner." Amabella's voice grew more anxious. "And hurry up!"

Kenji tossed aside case after case. "Who needs this many briefcases? This is excessive."

"Just find it!"

He dug deeper into the safe, while outside, the Robot marched near the safe room. The stomping grew louder, accompanied by the whir of servos.

"Got it!" He pulled out a case marked X-437.

"Take your time." Amabella's voice suddenly became eerily calm.

"What? You were just-" Kenji froze. "Oh no..,"

"Oh, you know." Her tone remained unnaturally steady. "Since our friends are already here, we might as well enjoy the moment."

Kenji slowly turned around. Eight robots stood in a semicircle behind him, their metallic frames gleaming in the moonlight. Red optical sensors focused on his position, and weapon systems hummed to life.

"You could have mentioned this sooner~~"

"Chop chop. You have the chance to destroy them now. I thought this was your specialty."

The robots raised their arms, revealing an arsenal of built-in weapons. Kenji clutched the briefcase to his chest, his other hand ready to summon his swords.

"Well," Kenji said, "this evening just got more interesting~~"

"Time for the show! I got the best seat from my seer power. Don't let me down." Amabella's voice crackled through the earpiece as she grabbed a bowl of popcorn from her desk. The sound of crunching kernels filled the comm line. "Don't disappoint me, lunatic."

Silver flashed through the moonlit study as dozens of swords materialized around Kenji. He kept Kusanagi firmly in his grip, its blade humming with ethereal energy.

"It's my chance to shine~~" Kenji flicked his wrist, sending the floating blades spinning toward the robots. Metal screeched against metal as swords pierced mechanical limbs and chassis.

Three robots collapsed, sparks flying from their damaged frames. The remaining five opened fire, filling the room with a barrage of bullets and energy blasts.

More robots thundered up the stairs, their heavy footsteps echoing through the mansion. Kenji's swords danced through the air, slicing through metal and circuitry with surgical precision.

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In another place, a half naked young man watched multiple security feeds from Thompson's mansion security camera. The screens showed Kenji's battle from various angles.

"Hey, girl, our plan worked."

Valerie stepped into the dim light, half-naked too, with her wearing a bed robe, a satisfied smile playing across her face. "Excellent, Maxwell. Now that our objective is complete, let's enjoy the show. It's time to let the trouble brew from within." She settled into a bed behind them and looked at Maxwell seductively, "Ready for round two?"

"Hahaha… later. I want to see how the lost child of Nishitaro handles this."

"Aww…." Valerie let out a slight disappointment before standing up, watching the security feeds continue to display Kenji's deadly dance with his flying swords, more robots joining the fray with each passing moment.

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Kenji sprinted through the mansion's corridors, and the briefcase clutched against his chest while Kusanagi sliced through another robot's torso. His floating swords carved a path ahead, reducing mechanical pursuers to sparking scrap metal.

"Exit strategy would be nice!" Kenji vaulted over a fallen robot.

"Why did you need it anyway?? Just destroy the home." Amabella moved her hand as the part of the invisible screen followed her finger. "Take the next right, then-"

Suddenly, multiple metal plates slid down over windows and doorways with hydraulic hisses. The moonlight vanished as reinforced barriers sealed every possible escape route. Kenji is trapped by the 5-inch thick reinforced barrier all around the house.

"What the f*ck???" Kenji let out a serious side of him as he skidded to a halt as a steel wall slammed down inches from his face.

"Sh*t!!!. The whole place is going into lockdown." Amabella's voice crackled with static. "Someone's activated the mansion's defense systems manually."

Mechanical footsteps echoed from multiple directions. More robots emerged from side passages, their red sensors fixed on Kenji's position. The corridor filled with the whir of charging weapons.

"I count twelve new friends." Kenji backed against the sealed wall, summoning additional swords that hovered around him in a defensive formation. "Any bright ideas?"

"I'm trying to override the lockdown, but..." More furious typing. "These systems are completely isolated. Someone's controlling everything."

The robots advanced in perfect formation, their metal feet clanking against the marble floor. Kenji's floating blades spun faster, ready to strike.

"Looks like your power and the tech are useless." He adjusted his grip on Kusanagi. "I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way."

"Try not to die." Amabella stopped typing as she saw that doing anything was useless at this point, grabbed the popcorn again, and munched another. "And remember - that briefcase better stay intact."

The robots raised their weapons in unison. Kenji's swords hummed with anticipation as the mechanical army closed in, trapping him in the sealed corridor.

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