Somewhere in the land of Asia, on a sunny and breezy day, a group of six tall men with the army hair cut, clean shaved, young but intelligent faces were seated on the huge green arena covered with fallen green-yellowish leaves.
All of them were looking with great interest at three different people involved in some kind of physical activities far from them on the arena.
There was something special about those three men, with their well-built body, positive, radiating but frightening aura, and something they had not solved yet.
One of them, a middle height man around 5"10" with wavy short brown hair, wheatish complexion and brown eyes on his round and slim face was sharpening the blade of the silver knife, with many more lying on his foot.
In a minute, he arranged all the knives around his arms on the black cloth kit he was wearing and aimed at the first winding flag, placed vertically. Without breaking his flow, he moved forward with each passing target, his hands automatically taking the knives out of the kit.
At last, once he finished, he need not know the score and, he smirked at the audience.
Everyone knew the result without checking. All would be bull eyes' throw, something no ordinary man could do.
All the six men spoke in unison, with awe in their voice"Sir, It was simply beyond words."
The knifeman comes toward them and drinking water from the bottle one had given to him, spoke with his eyes admiring and focused on the second man" The sword dance with him."
The man in highlight, the second one, a pale coloured tall and thin man in black ninja robe, with black shoulder-length hair with the upper half of it tied up in a pony was wielded with the famous and unconquerable Katana sword.
He swung the sword in every direction with such ease as if he was playing with a toy while keeping his left hand at the back, eyes closed.
Everyone looking at him knew the way his wrist rotate giving, the flexibility could only be achieved with a great practice.
In the middle of it, he shifted the sword to his left hand and played with it in the same manner he had done with his right hand.
Out of nowhere, his ears sensed some sound and, before the source of the sound can attack him, without opening his eyes, he defends himself by cutting down the knife in two pieces.
He opened his black orbs to saw the knifeman coming toward him along with other six men.
"Wow, man! I just love how you play with your sword" patting the swordsman, knifeman appreciated him.
The swordsman nodded his head in acknowledgement but did not utter anything. The other seems not to mind his behaviour, as if they were habitual of it.
Unaware of all, the third one, different from the other two, but with a similar aura, was standing in front of a line of three different shaped and sized objects tied up with a rope in the sky with a great distance among them.
With his naked upper half, his muscular shoulders stressed a little but unaffected by the pressure when he pulled the string of his giant silver bow and focused his vulture black eyes in his aim. With the sun rays enhancing his dusky tone, the air blowing out his nape length black hair, he appears concentrated.
He lifts his brows in the self-appraisal when he cut down the connection of those three objects with the rope at the same time.
All the three seemed master of their different arts, but one thing common among them. The blade of the knife, sword and the arrows were of a different element than the one used normally and, they were lustrous like the Moon.
Their attention shift toward a man of 6 feet and around 30, wearing a camel coloured Cargo and, Black fitted Tee with the shiny black boots, who marched in the arena to cross it.
The man was the owner of an attractive face, his hazel eyes attentive and deep and his lips hidden partially by trimmed moustaches. He had short brown hair that was styled in a normal way yet, he, looked handsome. His muscles were bulging out from tee and, his personality was enough to let anyone say him as a handsome man.
His right side of Trouser had a brown holster with a shiny metallic gun inside it. But, he did not seem to be hiding it, like it was a daily routine to carry it.
He was about to put his foot on the white marble-floored corridor, adjacent to the ground when he turned himself at speed much greater than a normal human can possess and catch the football thrown at him.
He smirked when one of the members of a group of six men, wearing spectacles, passed him an apologetic smile.
"Seems to be in some deep thoughts Agent 01", the latter said to him, while catching the football back he had thrown at the former.
"That's all you have to say after throwing the ball at me, Agent 09?", the man addressed as Agent 01 spoke up in an unbelievable tone, and pointing his index finger, Agent 01 continued" And, as far as I know, I am your Sir."
Showing him his teeth, Agent 09 flirted back" Come on Agent 01, our relationship is different".
Agent 01 chuckled and turned toward his original destination when he was disrupted again, but by the swordsman" Something serious, Agent 01".
Agent 01 took some time to reply as if the answer was not favourable. Nodding his head, he looked at the swordsman and spoke lowly " I have two news. Lord Chris of Vestland is here to meet Agent King".
The silence that spread among them was chilling. Everyone looked at the swordsman whose demeanour has changed completely, his eyes full of the storm, his hand fisted, jaw clenched, and saw the Archer placing his hands on his shoulder and speaking up to Agent 01" What for?"
"No idea, but it seems important as he is here himself".
Noticing the tense ambience around him, Agent 09 spoke"But, who will take the risk of waking Agent King?" and the tension broke away when everyone passed a mild smile, including the swordsman.
Chuckling, Agent 01 spoke," This great deed is on me, Agent 09."
"What was the second news?" with his arms crossed over his chest, the archer enquired.
"Agent 00 is also here".
"Great! You are in great danger Agent 01, disturbing Agent king is similar to going to hell" Agent 09 chuckled.
Ignoring his threat, Agent 01 pat Agent 09 lightly on the shoulder and walk away.
Agent 09 was a tease for sure, for he yelled" Good luck Agent 01. May God be with you. Otherwise we all will miss you on the arena" when he saw Agent 01 entering the corridor that led to Agent King's room.
Agent 01 looked back at them with a smile spread on his face and spoke back " Are you upset Agent 09 that I am his favourite" and showing the right middle finger to them, moved on to his destination
Agent 01 passed through the white marble-floored corridor, without looking at the painting adorning it. Although, if it would be some other day, he would have spent hours to look at the marvellous paintings and the architecture of the building and understanding their meaning.
But, he knows he could not afford it at that moment.
He halts when he reached the door of a certain room and waited for a few seconds. He prepared himself as if he was entering into a Den and opened the enormous wooden door with a metallic knob, not before whispering to himself "Stay with me, Jesus.".
The sight he witnessed on opening the door was nothing new. The room was engulfed with the darkness, even though he knew it was past ten in the morning. Standing near, the door, he took seconds to adjust his eyes in the blackness.
Once comfortable with it, he roamed them around to find the particular person in conversation and his eyes comes to rest in the middle of the room.
For an ordinary person, it would have been hard to form a figure of it, but he was not an average man.
People like him were trained so hard and advanced, they could easily see anything in the darkness and could handle any worsed situations.
In the middle of the king-sized room, a person was half laying on the sofa chair, with his crossed legs placed on the square-shaped glass table in front of him. His hand were at the back of his head, supporting it and, he seemed to be in the deep sleep.
Agent 01 moved toward him when he felt the person on the chair stilled and, immediately, Agent 01 find himself struck by something.
He hissed and bent downward to support his right leg that was attacked and picked up the unused bullet that was laying on the ground. Rubbing the wounded area of the leg, he picked the bullet and, kept it inside his cargo pocket.
"It's me, Agent 01, Agent King," Agent 01 said while getting up and bowed his head.
"You must have a valid reason to disturb my sleep. Otherwise, you are really asking for your death, Agent 01, " the man leaning on the grey sofa-chair of solid wood fabric spoke dangerously with an unusual calm, his eyes closed and sound sleepy.
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