Humans always tend to try to get back to their roots. It was not long before some of those who had a strong cultural affiliation decided to come together. Some cultures never died at all and instead, after leaving Earth, they took people of their own culture and went together to one planet.
Culture like those of Chinese, Korean, Japan and other who had their culture rooted down their bones got to a single planet. This planet was a cultural planet. This was where these culture practiced it.
In a certain part of this planet. The regions were mountainous and the most dominant vegetation in this places were bamboos. There was a wind that kept blowing the leaves as others detached from the stalks and descended to the ground.
The sky was dark but not because it was night time but it was due to the dark clouds that were threatening to let loose. After few seconds, the first droplet fell from the dark clouds.
This droplet fell on one of the leaves and it was instantly separated into into tiny droplets that made it appear like vapour. The leaf became moisturized and in the sky, more droplets started descending.
The droplets once again merged and started dripping from one leaf to another until they fell from the last leaf and seconds later, they fell on the dry leaves on the ground. Soon, droplets started falling to the ground and the smell of wet soil wafted the noses.
The droplets in just a few seconds already started flowing and as they started moving, the instantly met a barrier. It was wooden saddle. The sandle was about a centimeter thick.
The saddle was strapped to the calf of the wearer but it was impossible to see it because the wearer had a black robe. On his waist to the right was a sword almost two meters long and slightly curved at its tip.
The sword flowed backwards in a domineering manner. The person was standing with his back straight. One of his hands reaching for the falling droplets. He was wearing a cone shaped hat that made it impossible to see his face.
Even after he raised his face to stare at the skies, the only distinguishing factor about him were his scattered beards. The water droplets fell from the hat as he turned to look behind him.
Behind him was someone dressed in a similar way but his only difference was that he had two guns on each side of his waist. Also, his shoes were black and made of leather. Also, underneath his robes, one could see the black pants he was wearing.
He too, one could not see his face but there was a distinguishing factor of the scattered beards. It seemed that they had just stopped talking. They were just probably in the middle of an argument.
"I see that you are not as simple minded as I thought. I see that I did not make the wrong choice coming to you. We are going to be leaving tomorrow. We must finish our revenge."
***
The driver shook his head and facepalmed.
" Did you plan that you will haunt me even after your death? Fine! I know what I must do," the driver spoke. Marx wanted to reapond but he was sure that those words were not directed to him. Then the driver looked at him again.
"Listen boy. I find it odd that you are willing to come to this regions even with your status. But let me tell you that your status does not matter here," the driver said Marx just smiled.
" I have said it before but I have never used my status to get what what I want. I am reliant on myself," Marx was finding this driver interesting.
"Fine, I don't want to say that I am in a position to ask you this question but what are you really doing here? These are not regions you can just come to take a tour," the driver found that beating around the bush with Marx was just a waste of time.
"I feel that your goals and mine are not that far from each other. I wonder why you as a cab driver would agree to bring me to this regions despite knowing that no cabs come to this areas. I don't think that you did it for the money you extorted me. Something tells me that you don't need it," Marx said as the driver raised a brow and this time he broke into a laughter.
"Well said kid. I did not think that there would come a day where I would meet someone who had the same thinking process. Its been too long since someone saw through me. I guess you can guess why I am here because our goals are well aligned with each other," the driver said and Marx grinned the same as the driver.
"I guess we cannot talk here. Let's go talk somewhere," Marx said and the driver started the cab. "Wait, I will make sure they await for us eagerly" Marx said after the cab had just turned. He saw a group coming towards them. He could not leave this place without his signature.
He got out and the gun appeared in his hands. He tuned to 360⁰ and aimed at the group of the incoming almost thirty. They were yet to start firing when the bullet exploded on them creating a crater on the road.
The roads were sturdy so the crated was not as exaggerated. Still, there were cracks that reached even to where Marx was standing which was 30 meters away. The buildings close all cracked and even those who had ignored the driver could not ignore Marx's impact.
Marx got back into the cab and put the gun on the seat next to him. He looked through the rear view mirror and saw the amused smile on the driver.
"Alright kid. Off we go," the driver said and the cab shuttle shot at impossible speed for it.
The cab could at most seem to move at a speed around 150km\hr before. This time, it shot at twice the speed and it was still increasing. Marx understood that the driver had more to him than he could even think of.
"I will take you to your place. That is where we will talk," the driver said and Marx just gave the address. It had taken around four hours to get to the Black Oracle but it took only less than two hours to get back. It was now getting dark.
Marx realized just how much the driver wasted his time. But he could guess that after this meeting, he was going to have a long time ally. The cab was left outside at the road side. The two walked together to the elevator and soon they were all in the similar room.
***
" Listen to me. I thought that we had a chance but I think that I was rash. I hope that you will wait till I am strong enough and exact the revange for both you and our brother. I promise that none of them will survive when that time comes."
This were the words of a man with to bullet wounds on his back. He was kneeling and on his lap was another person. He had more bullets on his chest and was breathing his last breaths or so it seemed.
On his waist was a scabbard. But his face was hidden by the hat. On his right hand was his sword held tightly. Even after he was on his last breaths, his sword was still on his hand. He was a true swordsman. The guy placed him on the floor and looked up. For an instant, one could see the pale green eyes.
The guy with guns on his waist stood up and removed the two guns on his waist and started shooting at the endless number of incoming masked guys. The guy did not retaliate as he shot at the bullets coming at him.
His accuracy was unmatched as he shot at the bullets not missing a single one of them. The guy with the sword tried to raise his hand but it dropped and only gun shots sounded as bullets hit bullets.
Agonized screams sounded but the guy with the pistols did not even look away and he changed the mags too fast for one to notice. One could think that he was just shooting aimlessly but he never missed a headshot.
***
"I will start by telling you my name. Maybe you might have heard of me. I was quite famous back then," one could see the pride in his eyes as he had created a platform and all he had to do was to drop the bombshell and the kid would start begging him to take him a disciple. " My name is Dan. The assassin Dan."
'Let's see how you will react after you realize who I am. My name still brings shivers down the spines when mentioned. I want to see that scared expression on you and wipe that smug from your face. I really would like to hear that arrogant mouth of yours beg, hmm,' he thought and he had his hands crossed with his eyes closed waiting to bathed with glory and praise or pleas not to kill him.
He opened one eye and looked at the kid who was just staring at him with a blank expression. It was like someone who had heard a normal name. Like he was still waiting for him to continue introducing himself.
"I said that I am Dan the assassin," he said and opened his eyes. Still Marx showed no change in expression. "I was an assassin 50 years ago and everyone knows about me. If you hear my name you are supposed to get scared and want to run or plead for mercy," he said trying to help Marx connect some dots.
His name was even used to force kids to sleep but here was someone who was acting like it was a normal name.
"Everyone should know about me. You are supposed to be scared..."
"Should I? I meansbould I know a retired assassin?" Marx asked innocently pointing at himself.
The first spear shot through his heart. 'Retired...' Then the second and third. By the time Marx finished his words, Dan already collapsed on the coach. All his pride had been shattered.