The Summoning of the Dead Squad
Kent stood on the terrace of his estate, overlooking the vast lands of Johnson. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the fields and forests. The empire he envisioned was beginning to take shape, but there was still much to be done.
"TWO," Kent called out softly, his voice carrying an authority that resonated in the still air.
From the shadows, TWO emerged, a figure clad in dark armour, He bowed deeply, his expression blank and unwavering. "Yes, my lord?"
"Gather the Dead Squad," Kent commanded. "We have much to accomplish, and I need their skills."
TWO nodded, his eyes reflecting the dimming light. "As you wish, my lord." With a swift motion, he vanished into the twilight, his form blending seamlessly with the encroaching darkness.
The Vision of Johnson
As TWO departed, Kent turned his attention to the sprawling estate. The vision of a fortified, self-sustaining city filled his mind. He saw bustling streets, towering walls, and a network of defences that would make Johnson impregnable. It was a grand vision, but one that required meticulous planning and relentless effort.
The Construction Begins
Kent made his way to the estate's central hall, where his trusted advisors and family members awaited his orders. Reginald, a seasoned architect and loyal confidant, stood ready to execute Kent's plans.
"Reginald," Kent began, "I want you to oversee the construction of a defence wall around the entire city. It must be impenetrable, and designed with the most advanced tactics and materials. Use our resources wisely and ensure the work proceeds without delay."
Reginald bowed, his face a mask of determination. "Consider it done, Young Master. The city will be fortified to your exact specifications."
Training the Knights
Next, Kent turned to India and the White Demon, both of whom were 1st Rate Kights. They stood side by side, their expressions reflecting a mixture of anticipation and resolve.
"India, White Demon," Kent addressed them, "I entrust you with the training of our knights. They are currently 4th Rate, but I need them raised to 2nd Rate as swiftly as possible. Utilize all available resources and employ whatever methods are necessary to achieve this. Our wealth is unending, and so must be our strength."
India's eyes sparkled with determination. "We will mould them into a force to be reckoned with, my lord."
The White Demon nodded in agreement, his expression stoic. "They will be ready."
Family Matters
As the meeting continued, Drid Johnson, Kent's father and the patriarch of Johnson, approached him with a request. "Kent, our Clark was rejected from the Knights Academy. He is eager to prove himself. Would you consider training him personally?"
Kent considered the request carefully. Clark had always shown potential, but the Academy's rejection had been a blow to his confidence. "Very well," Kent replied. "I will take him under my wing. He will learn what it means to be a true knight of Johnson."
Drid smiled, with relief evident in his eyes. "Thank you, Kent. He will not disappoint you."
Seigh's Farewell
Just as the plans were being finalized, Seigh, his other brother and an aspiring scholar, arrived to pay his respects. He was leaving for his studies and wanted to bid farewell.
"Seigh," Kent greeted him warmly. "You have always been my dearest. Your pursuit of knowledge is commendable."
Seigh bowed deeply. "Thank you, Brother. I will return with knowledge and skills that will benefit Johnson. Farewell"
Kent clasped Seigh's shoulder. "Farewell, Seigh. May your journey be safe and your studies fruitful."
The Return of TWO
As Seigh departed, TWO reappeared on the terrace, accompanied by FIVE, FOUR, and THREE. They moved with an eerie precision, their expressions devoid of emotion. Together, they knelt before Kent, their loyalty unquestionable.
"We are at your service, lord," they intoned in unison, their voices a chilling harmony.
TWO stepped forward, his tone formal and concise. "My lord, we have returned as commanded. However, I was unable to locate Akasha. I sent a mind wave informing him of your appearance, but his response is still pending."
Kent's expression remained unreadable. Akasha's absence was troubling, "Thank you, TWO. We will proceed with our plans. Akasha will join us when the time is right."
The Return of Akasha
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the rugged terrain, a lone figure raced through the dense forest. Akasha, the enigmatic and formidable warrior of the Dead Squad, moved with incredible speed and agility. His body was battered and bruised, dark blood seeping from numerous wounds, yet his expression remained stoic, devoid of any indication of pain.
Behind him, a group of pursuers followed, their presence marked by a dark, menacing aura. These shadowy figures were shockingly powerful, their combined energy forming an oppressive force that sought to crush Akasha. Despite his injuries, Akasha's mind was sharp, his instincts honed to perfection.
As he ran, Akasha felt the familiar touch of a mental signal, a mind wave from TWO. The message was clear: Kent Johnson had reemerged, and the Dead Squad was being called to assemble. Akasha knew he had to escape and make his way to Johnson.
Summoning the last reserves of his strength, Akasha enacted his signature technique, "Godly Mischief." In an instant, his form blurred, and the very air around him seemed to shimmer. With a series of deft movements, he created illusory duplicates of himself, each one mirroring his actions perfectly.
The dark aura emitters, sensing the sudden multiplication of their target, hesitated. Confused and disoriented, they struck at the illusions, their attacks passing harmlessly through the false images. Seizing the moment, Akasha deftly changed his trajectory, slipping away from his pursuers under the cover of his misdirection.
Within moments, he was gone, his presence erased from the senses of his enemies. Akasha pushed through the pain, his resolve unbroken. As he disappeared into the night, the forest fell silent, leaving his pursuers bewildered and empty-handed.
With a final, determined sprint, Akasha began his journey back to Johnson, his heart set on reuniting with his comrades and fulfilling his duty. The signal from TWO had given him hope, and he would not let his injuries or the darkness of his enemies deter him from his path.