a #yoshihwan short fic wherein. . .
code name - M416, a highly skilled assassin was tasked to eliminate a notorious yakuza leader. unexpectedly, the target was accompanied by his young son during the operation. despite this, he carried out the missi...
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Four years later...
Tokyo, Japan
"SHIT, it's him," someone mutters, and the group around them instinctively takes a step back. Their eyes fix on the incoming figure of the tall man, dressed in a black coat that covers him from head to toe.
His face is partially hidden by a scarf tied around his neck, covering half of his face, but it can still make out his strong features. His forehead glistens in the dim light, and he glances around the crowd as he walks towards them.
They couldn't believe seeing the same man again that almost bombed their House years ago, despite being the youngest assassin of Yonaka Clan. He stops in the middle of the room, and the tension in the air gets even thicker.
His piercing eyes land on someone, or something, in particular, and everyone within sight can't help but feel a shiver run down their spine.
The man in black exudes an aura of power and authority that is impossible to ignore. "I'm M416 of Yonaka Clan. I'm here to take the gold bars," said the man, his voice thin and cold as he looked at the big guy with the big cigar, wearing the white hat and white suit.
He smirks at M416, who meets his gaze with an emotionless stare. The man glanced over at his men and had a quick chat with them. They all watch as they take a bag of gold and drop it right in front of the assassin.
"We double the compensation as per your request and urge Master Soto to immediately cease all threats against our people. Effective immediately, our clan hereby ceases all hostilities with the Yonaka Clan. We end the war today and at this place."
The man in his white and hat suit said full of seriousness in his eyes as he opened the bag and revealed the shining bars of gold.
Seeing this made M416 nod and look back at him, "Rest assured that your message shall be delivered." He responded as he carried the bag, bowed a little to the man and turned his back as he started to walk. He could feel the eyes watching him. They are the Phantoms, members of the Phantom Clan, a rival faction to the Yonaka Clan.
Both clans are part of the big Yakuza organization known as the 'Yamaguchi.' The Yamaguchi oversaw all yakuza groups, also referred to as Clans or Houses. Within the Yakuza, there exists a hierarchical ranking system.
The Yonaka specialized in white-collar crimes, such as stock market manipulation, gambling, illegal weapons and drug production, as well as financial fraud. M416 grins as he feels something, and that's when men start to surround him, and guns begin to rain down on him. He smirks, having already foreseen this.
He knows these people would betray him, and despite the numbers, being a ninja-assassin, it's easy for him to dodge those bullets, moving as if he could slow time in his point of view.
Agad niyang inilabas ang baril sa likod, at doon walang emosyon na bumaril pabalik. Walang alinlangan niyang tinapon sa chandelier ang bag na hawak, dahilan upang siya ang magkaroon ng pagkakataon para hugutin ang isa pang calibre sa likod.
The man didn't hesitate to pull his triggers as he eliminated the approaching men. They are no pushovers, not weak, but they didn't stand a chance against him.
His training and experience with the M416 made him the perfect marksman, and his fast reflexes and cat-like senses earned him the reputation as the most feared assassin in the Yonaka Clan. His skills are the stuff of nightmares for other clans, and it's no wonder he's considered the top assassin in the Yakuza Organization.
M416 didn't let the fight drag on long as he quickly drew a dagger from his boots, slicing all of them in one fluid motion. He then effortlessly leapt up onto the ceiling and casually grabbed the bag stuffed full of gold. It all seemed so effortless for him, a feat that most normal individuals simply couldn't pull off.
Wala sa oras niyang nilisan ang lugar na 'yon. He left the people who were screaming in pain. He used his bigbike as he rode to their headquarters. As usual, M416 was showered with praise left and right.
The members of his clan couldn't help but adore him, and UMP45 couldn't be more proud of how the young man's risen through the ranks. Everyone from the snipers to the assassins look up to him. Yeah, he's that powerful.
But beneath all that awe and fear he inspires, there's a burden he's been carrying around for years.
