After several weeks since his “birth”, Leo finally opened his eyes, revealing a world for the first time. The nurses, accustomed to the routine of the fraternity, were taken aback by this unexpected milestone.

They leaned in closer, captivated by the delicate features of his exceedingly charming form.

“Aww~ Look how adorable he is!” exclaimed one of the nurses, her voice a gentle melody. Look at that beautiful brown skin, and his eyes are such a beautiful light brown too. L

Another nurse approached, brushing her fingers lightly across his cheek. “He's going to be so handsome once he grows up,” she said with a note of excitement, though a hint of disappointment lingered in her eyes. “I kind of wish I could pick him up, but he's so heavy.”

They exchanged glances of mild frustration. “Yeah, he was born 98.3 pounds. The heaviest baby on record was only 22 pounds, and it survived just an hour after birth. He's a little miracle,” she added, her voice a blend of awe and disbelief.

Amidst their conversation, they failed to notice that baby Leo was gazing intently at them all the while, his light brown eyes locked onto theirs with an unspoken understanding, as if he comprehended their every word despite his inability to voice his thoughts.

A few minutes later, the combined efforts of five male doctors were needed to transport Leo into the medical room.

Once there, they attempted to conduct some routine screenings.

However, they quickly encountered a remarkable issue: his muscles were so dense that the needles designed specifically for infants could not penetrate his skin.

"Jesus Christ... This baby is just built differently. Can't even get the needle in," one doctor remarked, his frustration evident.

Another doctor, pondering a solution, suggested, "I think we should use the adult needles, properly modified so they can fit into his veins." Despite the head doctor's initial reservations, the lack of alternatives compelled him to approve the plan.

After several hours of waiting for the craftsman to create a suitable needle, they tried again.

Although Leo's skin remained exceptionally tough, the needle finally pierced through.

"Huh..." the head doctor, Dr. Morgan, muttered, his expression one of perplexity. His gaze fixed on Leo, and everyone in the room shared his confusion. "What's wrong, Dr. Morgan?" someone inquired.

He pointed at baby Leo, drawing everyone's attention to an unusual detail. "He never cried when I put the needle in... that's pretty concerning." The room fell silent, each person pondering the implications of Leo's stoic silence.

"So you're suggesting that he has CIP?" Dario asked, his voice tinged with both intrigue and concern. He understood the gravity of the situation; congenital insensitivity to pain, or CIP, was both a blessing and a curse.

This is good because you can take a beating and keep going, Dario mused, reflecting on the potential advantages.

But then, the darker side of the condition loomed in his thoughts. But it's also bad because you might not notice a serious injury until it's too late. This could slow you down or even kill you.

Dr. Morgan nodded, acknowledging the dual nature of the diagnosis. "Yes, it's a complex situation. While his resilience to pain might seem advantageous, it poses significant risks to his well-being," he replied, sharing the weight of the implications with Dario.

The room was steeped in the tension of uncertainty as they considered the challenges and responsibilities that lay ahead in caring for Leo.

"However..." Dr. Morgan added, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue, "it appears that while he exhibits signs similar to CIP, I've already tested that theory and found it to be false."

Dario looked at him, surprise etched across his face. "And what would that be?" he asked, eager to understand the revelation.

"I tested it by using a sewing needle, gently poking him—not enough to draw blood or cause severe harm, just enough to observe his reaction," Dr. Morgan explained. He did react to the poke, so he doesn't have CIP. But that just means he has a very high pain tolerance. Abnormally high.

Dario absorbed the information, contemplating the implications of Leo's extraordinary resilience.

A high pain tolerance could be an asset, he thought, yet the unusual nature of it left him pondering the mysteries surrounding Leo's unique condition.

Dario, concerned about the well-being of all the children, inquired, "What's the status of the remaining 99 children? Are they all in good health?"

Dr. Morgan responded, "I can assure you that all the children are indeed healthy. My primary concern, however, lies with Leo, given his exceptional nature."

Dario nodded, absorbing Dr. Morgan's update with a thoughtful expression. "I'm relieved to hear that the other children are healthy," he replied, his focus now sharpening on the mention of Leo. "What specifically concerns you about Leo's condition?"

Dr. Morgan sighed, reflecting on the unique challenges Leo presented. "Leo's special traits make him stand out, but they also require us to be more vigilant. His development is progressing rapidly, which is promising, but it also means we need to ensure his environment is perfectly suited to his needs."

Dario considered this carefully. "It's crucial that we provide him with everything necessary to thrive. Make sure the team understands the importance of monitoring his progress and adjusting his care as needed."

Dr. Morgan nodded, already anticipating Dario's concerns. "Absolutely, Dario. We're keeping a close eye on his health and development. Our team is well-equipped to handle any challenges that arise."

"Good," Dario replied, feeling a measure of reassurance. "Leo's potential is immense, and we must nurture it while safeguarding his well-being. Keep me updated on any changes or concerns."

With that, Dario felt confident that Leo, along with the other children, was in capable hands, allowing him to focus on the broader objectives of their program.

Two years had passed since the fateful day when the initial hundred infants were brought together, each destined for a life unlike any other.

Now, at the tender age of two, they stood on the threshold of their future, ready to embark on the Pre-K stage of "The Silent Path" program—an unconventional curriculum designed to mold them into the world’s most elite assassins.

Boon-Nam, known for her nurturing demeanor, leads the curriculum with a focus on cognitive and social development. Her approach involves introducing children to basic concepts of poisons through safe, controlled "science experiments," making learning engaging and age-appropriate. She also incorporates activities that teach infiltration and cover maintenance, encouraging creativity and adaptability.

Ike Eiji takes charge of the "Stealth and Observation" component, using games and storytelling to teach silent movement and keen observation. His methods are designed to hone the children’s ability to move unnoticed and notice details, foundational skills for any aspiring assassin.

Prudenzio Giro focuses on social skills and emotional intelligence, crucial for understanding and influencing others. Through role-playing exercises, children learn to interpret human behavior and practice basic manipulation techniques, all within a supportive and educational context.

Suhal Chika is responsible for the physical conditioning of the children. He designs obstacle courses and endurance exercises that are challenging yet appropriate for their age, promoting strength, agility, and resilience. His contributions ensure that the children are not only mentally prepared but also physically capable.

This curriculum aims to nurture the children's natural abilities while instilling the foundational skills needed for their future roles, all within a framework of safety and age-appropriate learning.

One day, during a session designed to test abstract thinking skills, Boon-Nam organized a guessing game for Leo and his peers.

The objective was simple: guess which hand held the candy.

As an incentive, she offered gummy worms or bears as rewards, allowing the children to choose which treat they preferred.

Leo approached the game with a keen sense of observation and intuition.

He successfully guessed correctly for the first four rounds, impressing Boon-Nam with his perceptiveness.

Seeking to challenge him further, she decided to employ a bit of deception—a common tactic she used to test the children's adaptability and critical thinking.

In this round, however, she placed the gummy bear behind her back, thinking Leo would naturally choose one of the hands as the other children did.

To her surprise, instead of guessing one of the hands, Leo intuited the trick and pointed directly behind her back, correctly identifying the true location of the gummy bear.

This unexpected move not only demonstrated Leo's advanced problem-solving skills but also his ability to think beyond the parameters set by the game.

Boon-Nam couldn't help but smile, recognizing the unique potential that Leo possessed.

His ability to see through the misdirection and adapt his strategy was a testament to his growing skills and intelligence.

With a nod of approval, she rewarded him with his choice of gummy bears, acknowledging his cleverness and reinforcing his confidence.

Moments like these highlighted the importance of nurturing each child's individual talents, preparing them for the complex challenges that lay ahead in their training.

In Mr. Eiji's class, the "Night Walk" game was a favorite among the children, designed to develop their stealth and observational skills in a fun yet challenging way.

The objective was straightforward: move quietly and observe the surroundings in low light conditions.

Under the watchful eyes of Mr. Eiji and his team, the children embarked on this exercise in a safe, controlled environment.

As the sun began to set, they were encouraged to tune into the subtleties of the night—the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the gentle breeze brushing against their skin.

The aim was to practice silent walking, honing their ability to move without detection.

The twist, however, elevated the challenge. As part of the exercise, slightly older and more skilled operatives, around 10 years old, were stationed along their path.

These operatives, trained to detect even the faintest of sounds, were tasked with catching any of the younger children who made noise.

If they detected a sound, they would immediately give chase, adding an element of thrill and urgency to the activity.

Leo, with his natural aptitude for observation and movement, found himself particularly adept at this game.

He led his peers, signaling when to freeze or move forward, using hand gestures to communicate without words.

His ability to anticipate the operatives’ movements and adapt quickly to the changing dynamics of the game set him apart.

Despite the pressure of being pursued, the children found the experience exhilarating.

It was a practical application of the skills they had been learning, requiring them to stay calm under pressure and trust in their training.

The older operatives provided a real-world challenge that pushed them to refine their techniques and think strategically.

By the end of the exercise, the children had not only learned valuable lessons in stealth and observation but also gained confidence in their abilities to navigate and remain undetected in challenging situations.

The "Night Walk" was more than just a game; it was a pivotal step in their journey along the "Silent Path," fostering a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie among the young trainees.

During lunch, Leo often preferred solitude, choosing to sit by himself as he ate.

Today's menu offered a variety of choices, but Leo opted for the gumbo, savoring its rich, flavorful broth along with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy.

While most of his peers gravitated toward the popular shepherd's pie, Leo enjoyed exploring different tastes.

Despite his preference for solitude, Leo couldn't entirely escape the attention he received.

Known among his peers as the "pretty boy," he naturally attracted the interest of several female candidates.

Some of them would occasionally approach his table, attempting to engage him in conversation or simply sit nearby.

However, Leo, focused and introspective, rarely paid much attention to these interactions.

His demeanor, while polite, was often distant, as if his thoughts were elsewhere.

For him, lunchtime was a moment of reflection and personal space amidst the structured chaos of their training regimen.

Meanwhile, other boys watched these interactions with a mix of envy and admiration.

Many had their own crushes on the girls who showed interest in Leo, which sometimes led to feelings of jealousy.

Yet Leo remained largely unaware of this dynamic, his mind occupied with the day's lessons and the challenges that lay ahead.

His ability to maintain focus and composure, even in social situations that might distract others, was just another testament to his unique disposition and potential within the program.

It was clear that, even at such a young age, Leo possessed a sense of maturity and determination that set him apart.

In Mr. Giro's class, the "Emotion Charades" exercise was designed to help the children develop their emotional intelligence by recognizing and interpreting various emotions.

Cards with emotions like happy, sad, surprised, and angry were distributed, and each child took turns acting out the emotion without speaking, while the others guessed.

Leo found this exercise particularly challenging. Unlike his proficiency in other areas, understanding and expressing emotions didn't come naturally to him.

As he struggled through his turn, some of the boys began to mock his performance, finding amusement in his difficulties.

Instead of reacting emotionally, Leo turned to face them with a calm demeanor. "I don't know why you are making fun of me and my performance while I didn't upon yours," he stated plainly. "After all, you guys are obviously not going to make it past this section of training because of the fact that you guys are all at the bottom of the barrel with Ds."

His response, though factual, inadvertently sparked laughter among the other children.

Leo hadn't intended to insult or entertain; he was merely stating an observation.

Mr. Giro quickly intervened to maintain the class's focus. "Okay, everyone, no need to be disrespectful. Let's go back to the exercise," he said, before addressing Leo directly. "Leo, I know you didn't mean to offend anyone or make fun of someone, but please refrain from mentioning someone's scores, even if they don't participate."

Leo nodded, understanding the importance of sensitivity in communication, and offered a sincere apology.

"I'm sorry," he said, before returning his attention to the exercise.

This moment served as a learning opportunity for Leo, highlighting the nuances of social interactions and the importance of empathy.

As the class resumed, he focused on observing others, hoping to improve his understanding of emotions and non-verbal cues, recognizing that this skill was just as crucial as any other in their training.

In Mr. Chika's class, the focus was on testing and enhancing the children's physical capabilities.

The session began with essential warm-ups, including stretches and yoga, to prepare their bodies and prevent injuries.

These routines were vital in setting a foundation for the more challenging activities that followed.

The main event was the presidential fitness test, a series of exercises designed to assess strength, endurance, and flexibility.

However, given the specialized nature of their training, the difficulty level was increased to match the standards for 10-year-olds, with an added twist of doubling the required repetitions.

This rigorous approach ensured that both boys and girls were equally challenged, fostering resilience and strength regardless of natural differences.

For Leo, these physical challenges were effortlessly manageable.

His natural agility and strength set him apart, allowing him to complete the tasks with ease.

Rather than simply meeting the requirements, Leo chose to push himself further, performing three times the required amount of repetitions.

This wasn't an attempt to show off, but rather a personal test of his own limits and capabilities.

Suhal Chika observed Leo's performance with interest, noting his exceptional abilities.

While he didn't comment openly, his keen observation allowed him to assess Leo's potential and growth.

Leo's performance was a silent testament to his dedication and innate talent, aspects that Mr. Chika recognized as invaluable in their training program.

The class concluded with a sense of accomplishment for all the children, each having pushed their limits and grown stronger.

For Leo, it was another step in understanding his own potential and setting higher goals for himself, a mindset that would serve him well in the demanding path ahead.

As the other children filtered out of the room, Mr. Chika discreetly asked Leo to accompany him to the adult gym.

Although puzzled by the request, Leo followed, intrigued by what lay ahead.

Upon entering, he was struck by the array of weights and advanced equipment, a stark contrast to the familiar kid's gym.

"Am I in trouble, sir?" Leo inquired, a mix of curiosity and concern in his voice.

Mr. Chika chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Of course not. I just noticed that you weren't being challenged in physical training today, so I thought we could explore your potential a bit more." He gestured toward the bench press, inviting Leo to test his strength.

Leo hesitated, aware of the guidelines that restricted him from pushing beyond the established limits.

"Wouldn't you get in trouble for allowing me to lift weights, even though we're not at that stage yet?" he asked, concerned about the implications for Mr. Chika.

With a reassuring smile, Mr. Chika dismissed the worry. "Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure Cross would understand why I'm doing this. Now, let's just see what you can do, okay?"

Reassured by Mr. Chika's confidence, Leo approached the bench press, eager to test his capabilities.

Under Mr. Chika's supervision, he began with a manageable weight, gradually increasing as he demonstrated remarkable strength and control.

The experience was both exhilarating and enlightening, revealing to Leo not only his current abilities but also the potential he had yet to unlock.

Mr. Chika watched closely, impressed by Leo's performance and the ease with which he adapted to each challenge.

It was clear that Leo possessed a natural aptitude for physical prowess, complemented by his disciplined approach and eagerness to learn.

As they wrapped up the impromptu session, Mr. Chika nodded approvingly. "You've got incredible potential, Leo. Keep pushing yourself, but always remember to respect your limits and trust your training."

Leo left the gym with a renewed sense of purpose, motivated by the knowledge that he had the support and guidance of instructors like Mr. Chika to help him reach new heights.

After all the children had settled into sleep, Ike Eiji, Prudenzio Giro, and Suhal Chika convened with Dario Cross to report on the progress of the 100 children in the assassination training program.

They used a detailed grading system, tracking each student's performance across key areas: cognitive development, physical conditioning, social skills, and stealth and observation.

To Cross's surprise, Leo was not in the top position but ranked third, following Yukana Kashī in second and Vagan Walker in first.

Cross, visibly perplexed and slightly irritated, expressed his disbelief. "What the fuck is this?! Why is Leo in third place?" he exclaimed, both shocked and upset.

Prudenzio Giro stepped forward to provide clarification. "It's not that he's doing poorly, Dario. In fact, Leo excels in most areas, particularly in physical conditioning and stealth. However, he's encountering challenges in his emotional and social intelligence courses. He struggles with comprehending and expressing human emotions, which affects his social skills score."

Giro's explanation highlighted the nuanced nature of Leo's training experience.

While Leo demonstrated exceptional abilities in many areas, his difficulty with emotional intelligence was a point of concern that needed attention.

Understanding emotions and social interactions was critical for their training, as these skills were integral to executing complex missions and blending into various environments.

Cross, though initially frustrated, understood the importance of addressing this gap in Leo's development. "Alright, we need to focus on helping him improve in those areas. Let's work on a tailored approach to enhance his emotional and social comprehension. He has too much potential to let this hold him back."

The instructors agreed, acknowledging that with targeted support and guidance, Leo could overcome this challenge and reach his full potential.

They decided to incorporate more exercises and activities that would foster emotional understanding and social interaction, ensuring that Leo—and all the children—received a comprehensive education that prepared them for the demanding path ahead.

Cross glanced around his office, noting the absence of Boon-Nam. "Where's Boon? I specifically asked for all four of you to be here," he stated, a hint of impatience in his voice.

The other three instructors exchanged looks, searching for an answer, before Ike Eiji recalled the situation. "She went to see the doctor who's overseeing Leo's care," he explained. "Boon-Nam wanted to explore the possibility that Leo's struggles with emotional comprehension might have a medical basis."

This revelation provided a new perspective on Leo's challenges.

By consulting with the medical team, Boon-Nam aimed to determine if there were underlying factors contributing to Leo's difficulties in emotional and social intelligence.

It was an approach that demonstrated the program's commitment to understanding and supporting each child's unique needs.

Cross nodded thoughtfully, recognizing the value of exploring all angles to support Leo's development. "Alright, make sure she keeps us updated on what they find. If there is a medical aspect to this, we need to know so we can adjust his training accordingly."

The instructors agreed, understanding the importance of a holistic approach in nurturing Leo's potential.

With Boon-Nam's insights and the collective efforts of the team, they hoped to address and overcome the challenges Leo faced, ensuring his progress and success in the program.

After reviewing the scores, Dario Cross took a moment to consider the implications of Leo's performance and how it compared to his peers.

The grading system for the Pre-K stage was defined as follows:

- A+ (95-100 points): 76-80 points

- A (90-94 points): 72-75 points

- A- (87-89 points): 70-71 points

- B+ (83-86 points): 66-69 points

- B (80-82 points): 64-65 points

- B- (77-79 points): 62-63 points

- C+ (73-76 points): 58-61 points

- C (70-72 points): 56-57 points

- C- (67-69 points): 54-55 points

- D+ (63-66 points): 50-53 points

- D (60-62 points): 48-49 points

- F (59 and below): 47 points and below

Leo's Score:

- Cognitive Development: 20 points

- Physical Conditioning: 20 points

- Stealth and Observation: 20 points

- Social Skills: 10 points

- Total: 70 points (A-)

Yukana Kashī's Score:

- Cognitive Development: 20 points

- Stealth and Observation: 20 points

- Social Skills: 20 points

- Physical Conditioning: 15 points

- Total: 75 points (A)

Vagan Walker's Score:

- Maximum points in all areas

- Total: 80 points (A+)

Leo's strong performance in cognitive development, physical conditioning, and stealth and observation earned him high marks, but his difficulties in social skills resulted in a lower score in that area, bringing his total to 70 points, which is an A-.

Yukana Kashī excelled in social skills but had slightly lower physical conditioning, resulting in her score of 75 points, an A.

Vagan Walker achieved a perfect score across all areas, securing an A+.

Understanding the root of Leo's challenges in social skills could pave the way for tailored interventions that help him improve in this area.

Cross recognized that Leo's potential was immense, and addressing his emotional and social comprehension could enable him to excel further.

With this insight, Cross contemplated the necessary steps to support Leo's development, ensuring that he received the guidance needed to overcome his current obstacles and maximize his capabilities.

It was evident that with the right support, Leo could soon reach the top tier of his cohort, alongside Yukana and Vagan.

In the medical bay, Boon-Nam approached Dr. Helen Carter, the doctor responsible for overseeing Leo's health.

"Dr. Carter, I need to talk to you about one of the candidates," she began, her tone indicating the seriousness of the matter.

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Dr. Carter, sitting in her chair, turned to face Boon-Nam with a knowing expression. "It's about Leo, right?" she said casually, as if she had anticipated this conversation.

Boon-Nam was taken aback by Dr. Carter's accurate guess. "Yeah... How did you know that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Dr. Carter chuckled softly, reaching for a pack of cigarettes.

She lit one, taking a contemplative drag before exhaling a small cloud of smoke. "The same way cigarettes kill people," she replied cryptically. "It was just a matter of time."

Boon-Nam paused, processing Dr. Carter's metaphorical response.

She understood that Leo's struggles in social and emotional areas were becoming increasingly apparent and that seeking medical insights was a logical step.

"What have you observed about Leo's emotional struggles?" Boon-Nam inquired, eager to understand any medical perspectives that might shed light on his difficulties.

"Well, he might have ASD, or more commonly known as Autism Spectrum Disorder. But it's just a hypothesis," Dr. Carter said, her voice reflecting years of experience with such cases.

Boom-Nam's brow furrowed, the term unfamiliar to his ears. "Autism Spectrum Disorder?" he echoed, confusion evident in his voice.

Dr. Carter paused, considering how best to explain the condition to Boon-Nam. "Yes, ASD stands for Autism Spectrum Disorders," she began, her tone informative and patient. "It's a range of neurodevelopmental disorders that affect how a person perceives the world and interacts with others. Individuals with ASD may have challenges in social communication and may exhibit repetitive behaviors or restricted interests."

Boon-Nam listened intently, trying to absorb this new information. "I see. And you think Leo might be on this spectrum?"

"It's a possibility," Dr. Carter replied thoughtfully. "Leo's struggles with emotional comprehension and social interaction could align with some ASD characteristics. Of course, it's important to remember that autism is a spectrum, meaning it can present very differently from one individual to another."

Boon-Nam nodded, beginning to understand the implications. "So, if Leo is on the spectrum, how does that affect his training?"

Dr. Carter took another drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly before answering. "If Leo does have ASD, it doesn't mean he can't succeed in his training. It just means we need to adapt our approach to better suit his needs. For example, we might focus on developing specific communication strategies and providing structured environments where he feels more comfortable."

Dr. Carter's expression shifted, her hand moving to rest under her chin as a new thought occurred to her.

"Or he could have PDD, Pervasive Developmental Disorder," she mused, her tone thoughtful. "Also known as atypical autism. In this case, he'd just have autism-like traits."

The words hung in the air, adding another layer of complexity to the conversation.

Boon-Nam nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting a dawning comprehension. "So, if Leo is on the spectrum, how does that affect his training?" She asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Dr. Carter tapped her cigarette, allowing ash to fall into the ashtray before her.

She took a moment before responding, her voice measured and professional.

"Leo is still only 2 years old," she explained, exhaling a thin stream of smoke. "I can't run a proper test on him until he's seven."

The statement hung in the air, underlining the uncertainty of their situation.

"We can develop a tailored plan that leverages his strengths and addresses any challenges he might have. To be safe we'll just treat him like he does have autism, better safe than sorry." Dr. Carter explained.

Boon-Nam felt a sense of relief knowing there was a path forward. "Thank you, Dr. Carter. This information is invaluable. I'll make sure to keep the team updated."

With a plan in place, Boon-Nam left the medical bay, determined to ensure Leo received the support he needed to thrive in his training and beyond.

Dr. Carter's insights opened new avenues for understanding and assisting Leo, paving the way for more personalized and effective development strategies.

After her enlightening conversation with Dr. Carter, Boon-Nam promptly shared her findings about Leo's potential autism diagnosis with Prudenzio Giro and Mr. Cross.

Both were already familiar with autism spectrum disorders, and they understood the implications this could have for Leo's training and development.

Recognizing the importance of focusing on Leo's social development, they adjusted their approach to better support his needs.

They introduced activities specifically designed to enhance his social skills and emotional understanding, ensuring these were integrated into his daily routines.

This involved more one-on-one interactions, role-playing scenarios, and exercises that encouraged empathy and emotional recognition.

While Leo's outward demeanor remained largely neutral—typical for someone with ASD—there were noticeable improvements in how he processed and understood emotions.

His ability to engage in social interactions slowly became more nuanced, and his responses to social cues showed incremental progress.

It was clear that the tailored strategies were starting to make a difference, albeit a gradual one.

Prudenzio Giro and Mr. Cross were committed to the long-term development of Leo's social skills, understanding that it was a work in progress.

They were patient and supportive, celebrating small victories and continuing to adapt their methods based on Leo's evolving needs.

Through these efforts, Leo began to gain a deeper understanding of emotions and how they played a role in his interactions with others.

The team remained dedicated to fostering an environment where Leo could thrive, ensuring he had every opportunity to succeed both in training and in navigating the complexities of human emotions.

Three years passed, and Leo, now 5 years old, had made remarkable progress.

Thanks to his modified social and emotional intelligence training, he was excelling, ranking at the top of his class.

His success was a testament to the specialized attention he had received.

One day during recess, an unexpected encounter occurred.

Yukana Kashī, widely regarded as the prettiest girl among the female candidates, approached Leo.

She gracefully sat down next to him, her presence immediately catching his attention.

Yukana was a striking figure, even at her young age. Her hair, falling softly to her shoulders, shimmered in the sunlight.

But it was her blood-red eyes that truly captivated, their unusual color drawing curious glances from everyone around her.

Nestled in her hair was a delicate snake-shaped beret, a memento that hinted at her past - likely a parting gift from her parents before they had surrendered her to the fraternity as an infant.

The contrast between Leo and Yukana was stark - he, the academically gifted boy with his unique challenges, and she, the embodiment of beauty and mystery.

As they sat side by side, an air of curiosity and potential hung between them, promising an intriguing interaction.

"So, Leo," Yukana began, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "I heard you're number one in class now." Her voice carried a mix of admiration and curiosity.

She tilted her head slightly, causing her snake beret to glint in the sunlight. "Guess you took the top spot from us. Vagan and I were surprised by your sudden growth, despite your seemingly unchanged face."

Leo turned to look at her, his expression remaining neutral, a stark contrast to Yukana's animated features.

His voice was calm and matter-of-fact as he replied, "Ms. Boon-Nam and Mr. Grio just added something to my curriculum to help me understand emotions better. I comprehend them intellectually, but I still can't grasp them personally."

His gaze drifted upwards, focusing on the vast expanse of sky above them.

"Human emotions are quite odd to me," he continued, a hint of wonder creeping into his typically stoic tone. "But I think I can try to understand."

The juxtaposition between Yukana's expressive demeanor and Leo's analytical approach to emotions hung in the air, highlighting the unique dynamic between them.

"Well, emotions are important to understand, especially for what we're trying to do," Yukana said, her blood-red eyes reflecting a wisdom beyond her years.

"We're assassins, at the end of the day that's what we're trained to be. It's just how it is for us." She paused, her fingers absently touching the snake beret in her hair. "But understanding our emotions allows us to build relationships with others, and have meaningful friendships."

Leo looked at Yukana, his gaze steady and analytical as he processed the information.

His response came after a moment of consideration, his tone factual rather than cold. "That's true, on an emotional level. Though I simply want to understand emotions to be able to use them to my advantage."

He continued, his words carrying the weight of their shared reality. "We deceive, manipulate, and take advantage of someone's weaknesses, whatever they may be, to get our desired results and complete missions. It's just that simple."

The contrast between their perspectives was stark - Yukana's emphasis on emotional connections and Leo's pragmatic approach to their training.

Their conversation, innocent on the surface, carried undertones of the complex world they were being groomed for, a world where emotions could be both a tool and a liability.

"That includes using us? The people you've trained, eaten, and grown up with?" Yukana asked, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

Her blood-red eyes searched Leo's face, seeking any hint of hesitation.

Without missing a beat, Leo responded, his voice steady and matter-of-fact.

"If it guaranteed high levels of success or even as a last resort, without a second thought." His words hung in the air, heavy with their implications.

Yukana's eyes widened momentarily, shock flashing across her features.

But just as quickly, it melted into a giggle, the sound a stark contrast to the gravity of their conversation.

"You're so cold-blooded, Leo," she said, shaking her head. "Geez Louise."

Then, unexpectedly, a huge smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling with determination.

"Well," she declared, her voice filled with a mix of challenge and playfulness, "guess that means I'll have to become a great asset to the team. That way, you can't let me die."

The exchange highlighted the complex dynamics of their world - where childhood friendships intertwined with the harsh realities of their training.

Yukana's response, a blend of shock, amusement, and resolve, stood in sharp contrast to Leo's unwavering pragmatism, setting the stage for an intriguing relationship between these two young assassins-in-training.

Leo's face shifted, showing a flicker of emotion - a rarity for him.

His brow furrowed slightly in confusion. "Huh... Normally, someone else would be angry and walk away from me after hearing something like that. Yet you stay."

Yukana began to swing gently on the swing set they were sitting on, her movements casual but deliberate.

"Well... that's because you're just speaking your mind," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Every boy here always gets really nervous or tries to show off for some reason."

She stopped swinging abruptly, her blood-red eyes locking onto Leo's.

The intensity of her gaze was palpable. "You being blunt would hurt someone's feelings but not mine," she continued, her voice softer but more focused. "It's actually refreshing to know that you're an open book."

Leo, trained in the art of human analysis, paid close attention to her words, tone, and body language.

His heightened social awareness, honed through years of specialized training, kicked in.

He compared her current behavior to her interactions with others, searching for any signs of deception.

To his surprise, he found none. Despite Yukana's reputation as the best manipulator among them, she wasn't lying.

For the first time, Leo found himself at a loss.

The concept of someone genuinely appreciating his company, especially his bluntness, was foreign to him.

"And people think I'm weird..." he mused, a hint of wonder in his typically monotone voice. "You're something else, Yukana Kashī."

Yukana giggled, clearly amused by the fact that she had managed to perplex the smartest kid in their group.

Her laughter was light, but there was a glimmer of triumph in her eyes.

"Guess I finally got you at checkmate," she said, her voice carrying a mix of playfulness and satisfaction.

The exchange marked a turning point in their relationship, showcasing the complexity of their world where genuine connections could form amidst the harsh realities of their training.

Yukana's ability to accept and even appreciate Leo's cold logic had created a unique bond between them, one that neither had anticipated.

Later in the week, the rhythmic sounds of combat echoed through the gym as the young assassins-in-training practiced their martial arts in groups.

This session found Leo paired with Vagan, a match that highlighted the stark contrasts between the two boys.

Leo, with his abnormally strong body for his age, moved with calculated precision.

Each strike and block was carefully measured, a constant exercise in restraint.

He was always mindful not to hurt his sparring partners intentionally, a secret burden he carried.

Only Mr. Chika was privy to the true extent of Leo's strength, a fact that added an extra layer of complexity to Leo's training.

Vagan, on the other hand, was Leo's polar opposite.

His most notable traits were his laid-back attitude and the constant smile that seemed permanently etched on his face.

As they sparred, Vagan's movements were fluid and almost carefree, a stark contrast to Leo's controlled motions.

"Hey, Leo," Vagan called out between exchanges, his grin never faltering. "You're looking extra serious today. Did someone steal your favorite textbook?"

This was typical of Vagan.

He had an incredible talent for annoying those around him, often to the point of making them want him dead.

His quips and jabs usually hit their mark, pushing buttons and ruffling feathers with ease.

But Leo remained unaffected, his stoic demeanor a perfect foil to Vagan's attempts at provocation.

He simply continued the sparring session, his face a mask of concentration.

"Your form is improving, Vagan," Leo stated matter-of-factly, deflecting a punch. "But your left side is still open when you attempt that combination."

Vagan's smile widened, if that was even possible. "Always the teacher, aren't you, Leo? Can't you just enjoy a good fight without analyzing everything?"

As they continued their session, the dynamic between them encapsulated the complex relationships forming within this group of young assassins.

Vagan's persistent cheerfulness and Leo's unwavering focus created an intriguing balance, each pushing the other in unexpected ways.

The gym buzzed with activity, but the pair in the corner - the stoic prodigy and the smiling provocateur - stood out, their contrasting styles a testament to the diverse skills being honed in this unusual training ground.

As their sparring session continued, Vagan's boredom began to seep through his ever-present smile.

Mr. Chika had paired them together, knowing full well that Vagan's usual tactics of annoyance fell flat against Leo's impenetrable stoicism.

But Vagan, ever the provocateur, had a new plan brewing.

He had noticed Leo's restraint, the careful control in every move.

It was this observation that sparked an idea in Vagan's mind - a way to finally crack Leo's composure.

In a swift motion, Vagan deflected one of Leo's punches and, with deliberate intent, landed a solid blow directly on Leo's nose.

The impact resonated through the gym, the sound of glove meeting flesh unmistakable.

But it was Vagan who recoiled in shock. "Shit... That feels like punching a rock!" he thought, his hand throbbing from the unexpected solidity of Leo's bones.

Masking his surprise and pain, Vagan quickly adopted a playful tone. "Sorry Leo, I got a little too into it," he said, the lie evident in his voice.

Leo remained motionless for a moment, his eyes fixed on Vagan.

He recognized the deception immediately, but instead of reacting, he simply raised his guard.

His face remained impassive, but there was a new intensity in his stance.

Frustrated by Leo's lack of response, Vagan pressed on.

He launched a series of intentional blows, each one aimed to provoke a reaction.

But Leo's defense was impeccable. Every punch, every attempt at goading, was met with a perfect block or deflection.

Vagan's trademark smile began to falter, frustration seeping into his features.

His attacks became more erratic, more desperate. "Come on, Leo," he thought, gritting his teeth. "Show me something. Anything!"

But Leo remained an enigma, his movements precise and controlled.

He absorbed Vagan's increasingly aggressive assault with a calm that seemed almost inhuman, his eyes never leaving his opponent.

The air in the gym grew thick with tension as the other trainees began to notice the intensity of their exchange.

What had started as a routine sparring session had evolved into something else entirely - a battle of wills between the unflappable prodigy and the increasingly agitated trickster.

As Vagan's frustration mounted, the question hung in the air: how far would he go to elicit a reaction from Leo, and at what point would Leo's legendary restraint finally reach its limit?

Mr. Chika observed the unfolding scene with keen interest.

What had begun as a routine sparring match had evolved into something far more intense.

He recognized that this was an opportunity to test Leo's limits in an unexpected way, so he allowed the confrontation to continue, ready to intervene only if absolutely necessary.

Vagan, frustration mounting with each failed attempt to land a blow on Leo, made a split-second decision.

"Fine, I'll just go faster," he thought, a new determination glinting in his eyes.

Suddenly, Vagan's movements became a blur.

His attacks accelerated to a speed that left the other children in the gym wide-eyed and slack-jawed, unable to follow the rapid exchanges.

Only Leo and Mr. Chika could track the lightning-fast assault.

The sudden increase in speed caught Leo off guard. For the first time in the match, some of Vagan's strikes found their mark.

Vagan, quickly realizing that hitting Leo's bones was like striking steel, adjusted his strategy.

He targeted areas with less bone density - the gut, the solar plexus, any spot with soft tissue.

The gym echoed with the sounds of impact as Vagan's blows connected.

Leo, despite his superior strength and training, found himself on the defensive, forced to adapt to this new level of intensity.

In a stunning move, Vagan executed a powerful kick that sent Leo flying.

The other children gasped as they watched their top-ranked peer soar through the air, landing five feet away.

Leo, however, managed to catch himself, rolling with the impact and quickly regaining his footing.

Vagan, breathing heavily but with a triumphant gleam in his eye, called out, "Come on, Leo, you're the top of the class, right? Why are you having such a hard time?"

The taunt hung in the air, heavy with challenge.

The other children looked on in a mix of awe and concern, their eyes darting between Vagan's aggressive stance and Leo's composed yet slightly disheveled appearance.

Mr. Chika's eyes narrowed, carefully assessing the situation.

He could see the conflict in Leo's eyes - the struggle between maintaining his usual restraint and responding to this unprecedented challenge.

As the tension in the gym reached a fever pitch, all eyes were on Leo.

Would he continue to hold back, or would this push from Vagan finally cause him to reveal his true capabilities?

The air crackled with anticipation as everyone waited to see how the prodigy would respond to this unexpected test.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the gym shifted dramatically.

The air seemed to thin, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

A palpable tension filled the room, affecting all but Mr. Chika. Even Vagan and Yukana, who had been less affected initially, felt an icy chill run down their spines.

The source of this oppressive aura became clear as Leo slowly rose to his feet.

His light brown eyes had transformed, now gleaming with an otherworldly golden hue.

Despite his neutral expression, the intensity radiating from him was unmistakable.

Vagan's cocky demeanor evaporated as he locked eyes with Leo.

A terrifying realization dawned on him: "He's... actually going to kill me...?" The thought had barely formed in his mind when a deafening boom echoed through the gym.

In a blink, the scene changed. Most of the children, including Vagan and Yukana, couldn't process what had happened. But Mr. Chika had seen it all.

"Are you happy now, Vagan?" Mr. Chika's voice cut through the stunned silence. "You got a reaction, but it wasn't what you were expecting."

Confused, Vagan realized he was no longer in his original position.

He turned to look back and felt his stomach drop. Where he had been standing moments ago, there was now a massive hole in the floor, twice the size of a human body.

Leo stood there, his fist extended, having punched through the reinforced gym floor as if it were paper.

The reality of what had transpired hit Vagan like a freight train.

Leo had moved with inhuman speed, intent on delivering a potentially fatal blow.

If not for Mr. Chika's lightning-fast intervention, pulling Vagan out of harm's way, the outcome would have been catastrophic.

The gym was dead silent, the other children frozen in shock and awe.

Yukana's eyes were wide, a mix of fear and fascination on her face.

Vagan, still processing his near-death experience, felt his legs weaken as the full weight of his actions crashed down on him.

Leo slowly retracted his fist, his golden eyes fading back to their usual brown.

His face remained impassive, but the demonstration of his true power had left an indelible mark on everyone present.

Mr. Chika stepped forward, his voice calm but authoritative.

"I think that's enough for today. Everyone, clear the gym." As the stunned students began to file out, he added, "Leo, Vagan, stay behind. We need to talk."

The air remained charged with tension as the reality of what they had just witnessed sank in.

It was clear to all that the dynamics within their group had just shifted dramatically, and nothing would be quite the same again.

The gym stood empty save for Mr. Chika, Leo, and Vagan.

The gaping hole in the floor served as a stark reminder of what had transpired just moments ago.

Mr. Chika's usually calm demeanor was tinged with a rare sternness as he addressed the two boys.

"Vagan," Mr. Chika began, his voice carrying a weight that made the usually carefree boy stand at attention. "Your actions today were reckless and irresponsible. Provoking a fellow trainee, especially one you know to be holding back, is not only foolish but dangerous. This isn't a game. Your role as an assassin requires discipline and respect for your peers' abilities."

Vagan's perpetual smile was nowhere to be seen. He nodded solemnly, the gravity of his actions finally sinking in.

Mr. Chika then turned to Leo, his gaze equally stern. "And you, Leo. While I understand Vagan pushed you to your limits, your response was grossly disproportionate. You could have killed him. As someone with your abilities, you must exercise even greater control. The power you possess comes with an enormous responsibility."

Leo's face remained impassive, but a flicker of understanding passed through his eyes.

"Now," Mr. Chika continued, his tone softening slightly, "I want you both to apologize to each other. Vagan, for your provocation, and Leo, for your extreme reaction."

The two boys faced each other, the tension from earlier still lingering in the air.

Vagan spoke first, his usual bravado replaced by genuine remorse. "I'm sorry, Leo. I took things too far. I shouldn't have tried to provoke you like that."

Leo nodded, his response characteristically succinct but sincere. "I apologize for losing control. It won't happen again."

Mr. Chika observed the exchange, satisfied with their compliance but knowing that the dynamics between these two, and indeed within the entire group, had been irrevocably altered.

"Remember this lesson, both of you," he said. "In our line of work, understanding and respecting each other's capabilities can mean the difference between life and death."

As the boys left the gym, the implications of the day's events hung heavily in the air.

It was clear that this incident would have far-reaching consequences for their training and their relationships moving forward.

The soft rustle of turning pages filled Leo's room as he immersed himself in his latest acquisition from the city library.

This privilege, granted by Mr. Cross due to Leo's exceptional grades, set him apart from his peers.

The college-level material in his hands was a testament to his intellectual prowess, a fact that both isolated and elevated him within the fraternity.

A sudden knock on the door broke his concentration. Leo answered, finding Vagan standing there with his characteristic grin.

"Yo, come walk with me for a sec," Vagan said casually, as if the intense confrontation from earlier had never happened.

Surprised but intrigued, Leo followed Vagan into the hallway. "We already apologized at the gym," Leo stated matter-of-factly. "What else do you need to see me for?"

Vagan chuckled. "Always thinking ten steps ahead, I know. Can't a guy just ask his fellow kid to come do something with him? Just indulge me for a second."

Sensing no malicious intent, Leo decided to play along.

They walked in silence for a few minutes before arriving at the arcade - a forbidden zone for young students, deemed too distracting for their rigorous training.

To Leo's surprise, Vagan deftly hacked the ID lock on the door, swinging it open with a flourish.

"Come on, let's go play some games," he invited, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Leo hesitated, his innate respect for rules conflicting with his curiosity. "I don't think we're allowed to do that. The rules clearly state-"

Vagan rolled his eyes. "True, but think about it. Sneaking in here is a test of how much we've grown. Plus, our job as assassins is to not get caught, right? We won't get in trouble if we don't get caught."

Leo pondered this reasoning. He couldn't deny the logic behind Vagan's words. It was, in a way, practical application of their training.

"Besides," Vagan added, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "after what happened earlier... I figured we could use a break. Do something normal kids do, you know?"

The unspoken acknowledgment of their earlier confrontation hung in the air.

This wasn't just about breaking rules or testing skills - it was an olive branch, a chance to bridge the gap between them.

Leo stood at the threshold, weighing his options. On one side, the comfort of rules and routine.

On the other, an opportunity for a new experience, and perhaps, a deeper understanding of his enigmatic classmate.

"So, what do you say, Leo?" Vagan asked, holding the door open. "Ready to live a little dangerously?"

The moment stretched, filled with potential. Leo's decision now would not only affect their evening but potentially reshape the dynamic between two of the fraternity's most intriguing students.

Leo stepped into the arcade, his curiosity finally overcoming his adherence to rules.

The room came alive with flashing lights and electronic beeps, a stark contrast to the austere training facilities they were used to.

"There's a fellow rule breaker!" Vagan teased, closing the door behind them with a satisfied grin.

They gravitated towards the shooting games, their assassin training making them naturals.

The plastic guns felt light and unfamiliar compared to the real weapons they were accustomed to.

As they racked up impossibly high scores, Leo observed, "These games are pretty easy compared to real training."

Vagan nodded, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "Yeah, it's pretty easy when guns don't have recoil. We basically get bullseyes on moving targets."

A comfortable silence fell between them as they continued to play.

After a while, Leo's curiosity got the better of him. "So, have you ever done this before with anyone else?"

"Nope," Vagan replied, a hint of vulnerability in his usually carefree voice. "Everybody else doesn't like me enough to even ask."

Leo paused, considering this revelation. "And why me of all people?" he asked, genuinely puzzled why Vagan would choose to share this experience with him, especially after their earlier confrontation.

Vagan's fingers stilled on the controls for a moment. "Because," he started, a rare seriousness in his tone, "I think you're way more badass than before. You come off so cold and shit, but you're cold as shit!"

Leo's face scrunched up in confusion. "Cold as shit?"

Vagan sighed, but there was amusement in his eyes. "It's an expression, Leo..."

"Oh... Okay," Leo responded, his tone as neutral as ever, but there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

As they returned to their game, a new understanding seemed to settle between them.

Vagan's invitation and Leo's acceptance had bridged a gap neither of them had realized existed.

In this dimly lit, forbidden arcade, two of the fraternity's most skilled and isolated members were forging an unlikely bond.

The evening continued, filled with the sounds of virtual gunfire and quiet conversation.

For a few hours, they weren't assassins-in-training or rivals vying for top position.

They were just two kids, enjoying a stolen moment of normalcy in their extraordinary lives.

As they played, both Leo and Vagan realized that this night might be the beginning of something neither of them expected - a genuine friendship built on mutual respect and understanding, forged in the aftermath of conflict and sealed in the glow of arcade screens.

In the dimly lit security room, Cross leaned back in his chair, a rare smile playing on his lips as he watched the arcade footage.

Leo and Vagan's figures moved across the screens, engrossed in their games and conversation.

"Looks like he's actually making friends now. Good for you, little buddy," Cross murmured, a hint of pride in his voice.

He knew Leo wasn't his child, and he'd never subject his own offspring to this kind of training.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a paternal warmth seeing the usually isolated boy connect with a peer.

As he watched, an idea began to form in Cross's mind.

Perhaps it was time to spend some quality time with Leo himself, outside of their usual training regimen.

Months passed, and the changes in Leo's social dynamics became increasingly apparent.

The cafeteria, once a place where Leo sat in solitary focus, now echoed with the quiet conversations of an unlikely trio.

Leo, Vagan, and Yukana had somehow gravitated towards each other, forming a tight-knit group that stood out among the other trainees.

They sat together at lunch, their trays forming a triangle of companionship.

Vagan's ever-present smile seemed more genuine now, his jokes and quips finding an appreciative audience in Yukana's quiet giggles and Leo's subtle nods.

Yukana, usually reserved, found herself opening up more, her keen observations and dry wit adding depth to their conversations.

And Leo, still stoic and focused, had a new air about him. His responses, though still brief, came more frequently.

His eyes, usually scanning for potential threats, now occasionally crinkled with the barest hint of amusement at Vagan's antics or Yukana's comments.

What Leo didn't realize was that he had inadvertently done something he had never planned for - he had made friends.

The concept of friendship, with its unquantifiable benefits and complex emotional entanglements, was still foreign to him.

He simply knew that meal times were now more engaging, training sessions more dynamic, and the long hours between missions less monotonous.

From his vantage point, Cross observed this blossoming camaraderie with a mixture of satisfaction and concern.

He knew the value of bonds in their line of work, but he also understood the potential complications.

As he watched the trio navigate their meals and conversations, he made a mental note to keep a close eye on how these relationships would affect their training and future missions.

For now, though, he allowed himself to enjoy the sight of Leo's gradual integration into the social fabric of their unusual world.

It was a small victory, but in the harsh reality of their lives, even small victories were worth celebrating.

The training facility hummed with intense activity as the remaining 50 candidates, now whittled down from the original group, pushed themselves to new limits.

Among them, the unlikely trio of Leo, Vagan, and Yukana stood out, their skills and bond having grown stronger over the years.

Leo, now standing at 5'4", had developed a lean, athletic physique that belied his extraordinary strength and agility.

His movements were precise and efficient, every action calculated and purposeful.

Though shorter than many of his male peers, his presence commanded respect.

Vagan, towering over Leo at 5'8", had grown into his lanky frame, now sporting a slightly bulkier build.

His usual grin remained, but it was tempered with a newfound focus that came from years of rigorous training.

Yukana had blossomed into a striking young woman, her long hair now cascading down her back.

Her beauty was matched only by her lethal skills, moving with a grace that disguised her deadly potential.

As they prepared for their latest high-stakes mission, the trio huddled together, going over the details one last time.

"Remember," Leo said, his voice low and steady, "this isn't a simulation. One mistake could compromise the entire operation."

Vagan nodded, unusually serious. "Got it. I'll handle the tech side. Their security systems won't know what hit them."

"I'll take point on intel gathering," Yukana added, her eyes sharp with focus. "My cover is solid."

Their mentor, a seasoned operative with a face etched by years of covert missions, approached. "You three ready?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

They nodded in unison, years of training evident in their composed demeanor.

"Good," the mentor continued. "Remember, this mission has real-world consequences. You're not just representing yourselves, but the entire organization. Don't let us down."

As they moved out, the weight of their responsibilities settled on their young shoulders.

This was what they had been training for - the culmination of years of physical challenges, academic rigor, and mental conditioning.

In the command center, Cross watched the trio's departure on the monitors.

He couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and concern. They were exceptional, yes, but they were still children thrust into an adult world of danger and intrigue.

"They grow up so fast," he muttered to himself, a rare moment of sentimentality creeping into his voice.

As Leo, Vagan, and Yukana disappeared into the night, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them, the facility continued its relentless pace.

The next generation of elite operatives was being forged in the crucible of this extraordinary program, and these three were at the forefront, leading the way into an uncertain but undoubtedly remarkable future.