Brothers Of The Night

Milky Way Galaxy

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Planet Earth

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SWOOSH!

In the middle of the busy city that is New York City, tall skyscrapers create long, dark shadows on the crowded streets. Their steel and glass shapes stand out against the captivating glow of the city lights."

Amidst the throngs of oblivious pedestrians, two mysterious figures moved with a hypnotic grace, their dark silhouettes almost unnoticed in the cold, moonlit night.

They glided through the city streets too fast for any cameras or civilians to capture, their movements orchestrated by the very essence of shadows.

Unseen and unheard, they remained phantoms in the night, leaving no trace for the oblivious passersby.

Cloaked in attire as black as midnight, these mysterious figures concealed their identities, their eyes the only discernible feature. Those eyes told stories of a thousand missions and hidden ruthlessness.

One of them bore a gleaming Katana, its blade mirroring the moon's silver light, while the other possessed a sword snugly sheathed, a silent promise of lethal precision. These weapons were not mere tools, they were extensions of their very souls.

Nine times in ten, they embodied the essence of a ninja assassin! Their graceful movements, running with hands behind their backs, revealed a true master of the art of shadows. A testament to their unwavering dedication to their craft.

What's truly astonishing is that these assassins wielded ancient swords and Katanas in a world dominated by modern firearms and weaponry. In an age where deadly guns and various arms prevail, when did the graceful art of swords and Katanas stage its remarkable comeback?

But these two were no ordinary assassins. They were part of the enigmatic "Shadow Syndicate Clan," an organization with a history spanning thousands of years. 

Governments worldwide had tried in vain to locate its headquarters and the different branches scattered across the globe, yet the clan's legacy remained shrouded in impenetrable darkness.

Born from the depths of history, the Shadow Syndicate Clan had honed its assassins into deadly instruments. Their training was legendary, encompassing mastery of an array of weaponry, from guns to swords to an arsenal of battlefield implements. Each member was a walking arsenal, a living testament to centuries of refinement.

Adapting to ever-develop warfare, they were equally proficient in traditional swordplay and modern firearms, capable of executing stealthy long-range eliminations.

The clan was more than an organization, it was a legacy. Each generation of assassins inherited centuries-old knowledge, skills, and secrets. 

Their symbol, a blade entwined with a dragon, left an indelible mark on history and on the hearts of their dying targets.

Within the hallowed halls of the clan's headquarters, whispers circulated of an ancient book hidden in the most secure library. It contained the captivating biography of the clan's enigmatic founder, a figure that transcended myth and mysterious.

Legend held that this founder was no mere mortal, but a reincarnated being whose extraordinary skills transcended death.

Born into an ordinary Japanese family with no martial arts or assassin lineage, he had risen through the criminal underworld with unmatched precision and ruthless determination. The founder's journey from obscurity to legend had no equal, and his legacy endured even after death.

Even after passing away, the founder's martial arts, assassin techniques, and cultivation methods continued to shape the organization, making it the deadliest assassin organisation for centuries.

While much may dismissed the reincarnation rumors as cleverly crafted myths, some couldn't help but believe. Among the believers was Zephyrion, one of the clan's youngest and most promising assassins.

And when they speak of him being among the best, it simply means he shares an equal strength with one person and surpasses the other in talent, and that person is none other than his twin blood brother, Varian.

Zephyrion's insatiable thirst for the clan founder secrets led him to explore every thread of connection to the concept of reincarnation. The dusty books in the clan's library were his closest companions, and he would often lose himself in their pages, seeking answers to questions that haunted his dreams.

I'd venture to claim there isn't a single research book or novel on this planet adorned with the label "reincarnation" or "Soul Rebirth" that Zephyrion hasn't devoured in his insatiable quest for uncovering the founder's secrets.

Zephyrion stood apart from his fellow assassins, a unique blend of charm and intrigue. While many honed their skills in pursuit of the hunt, he chose to while away his hours immersed in novels and engaging in playful banter with a diverse array of fellow assassins, especially the enchanting ladies among them.

Despite his occasional bouts of laziness and playfulness, Zephyrion's unique approach didn't diminish his talent. He was on par with his hardworking twin brother, Varian, who trained all day tirelessly.

Whenever the gap in strength widened between the two brothers, Zephyrion dove into intense training, bridging the divide with ease. It was a testament to his innate genius and unwavering determination.

As the clan's pearls and geniuses, the two brothers had been taken in by the clan's headmaster at the tender age of two, began assassin training at five, and claimed their first kills at eight. At ten, they embarked on their first assassin mission, destined to carry the clan's legacy forward, not as assassins but as future leaders.

One of the two was said to be the most likely assassin to inherit the clan headmaster's position after the current one reaches his limit.

Now, standing atop a towering building, the brothers gazed at a grand mansion in the distance. The mansion was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of moonlight, but its serenity was deceptive, for within its walls were agents and guards in shadow, keeping watch over the mansion.

"What do you think, brother?" Zephyrion asked, a slight frown gracing his face. "My instincts told me something isn't right about this entire mission. We should exercise utmost caution."

Varian chuckled, "You always said that brother, this mission will still end like our any other missions.

"But this feeling I'm having is..."

Varian rolled his eyes, his irritation subtly expressed. "Cut the crap, bro. We've never failed a mission since we were ten. We're twenty-two now, and here we are, still alive and kicking ass. Your bad instincts are just figments of your imagination."

"Perhaps you're right," Zephyrion sighed, his eyes reflecting a blend of uncertainty and unyielding resolve. "With our assassin skills, there are few people out there who can prevent us from at least escaping."

"Yeah, Zep, reading too many novels is not good sometimes."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Zephyrion shot Varian a playful yet inquisitive look. "So, spill the beans. Who's the unlucky soul in our crosshairs tonight, and what deed landed them on the radar of our esteemed clan master, summoning not one but a dynamic duo of SSSS-grade assassins?"

"The clan master was rather tight-lipped. He just said we should pay a visit to a particular spot and, you know, neutralize the target and anyone else who happens to be sipping tea with them, if you catch my drift."

"Now, here's the thing," Varian added with his jaw clenched, the frustration apparent in his voice, "I got curious, you know, in between your secret activities with a certain lady in your room, and did some digging on our target. And guess what? I dug up some interesting information." Varian's words dripped with intrigue as he clenched his teeth.

"Come on, Varian, that lady was pleading and throwing seductive glances at me. How can I, Zephyrion, see a pitiful lady begging like that and act indifferent?" Zephyrion shook his head helplessly.

Varian ignored Zephyrion and continued. "The target's name is Jack Mark, a rich business boss here in New York, who, by luck got some information about the location of one of our branches in New York."

"Our target's got loose lips, and he made a not-so-wise decision to sell the highly classified info to the government." Varian quickly summarized in one breath, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Bad choice indeed." Zephyrion nodded in agreement as he looked at the mansion not far away. "It should soon be eleven. We should get going."

"Let's go, it's time to kill." Varian's eyes sparkled with an eerie crimson light, but it vanished as quickly as it appear, a sign to the night's foreboding journey.

It signaled not only their readiness for the mission but the destiny that awaited them within the depths of the grand mansion, a destiny poised to test the unbreakable bonds between them as brothers and assassins."

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Author's Note (A/N):

"Hmph! Greetings, my fellow Diosists, readers, and authors. As a newbie here, I humbly arch my hands to welcome you all to my new novel, 'MOS.'"

I acknowledge that this very first chapter has its fair share of errors, especially with scene transitions. I'm also working to enhance both that aspect and the overall quality of my writing.

I truly hope you'll stick around as this novel develops and matures, with fewer errors. Thanks, Caio.