I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

The streetlights in the alley flickered back on, revealing the bodies of several black-clad ninjas lying in pools of blood, their eyes still wide open in disbelief, as if they had witnessed something beyond comprehension.

*Swish, Swish, Swish-*

Several dark figures jumped over the rooftops of modern buildings. These figures were nimble and agile and they used the buildings as platforms to leap and land beside the fallen bodies of their comrades. These newcomers, also dressed in black with strange cat or fox-like ninja masks, began to inspect and handle the bodies.

"We were only half a minute late, and they're all dead - every single one of them killed in a single blow, not even lasting a single round," A ninja muttered, swallowing nervously.

A tall figure stepped out of the shadows and the other ninjas gave way. Under the dim streetlights, it became clear that this figure wore a distinctive demon mask and two samurai swords strapped to his back.

"Captain Yasha," The ninjas greeted him respectfully.

Captain Yasha looked at the bodies on the ground and grumbled, "If we had arrived half a minute earlier, not only would they be lying here - we'd be dead next to them.

"After destroying the first group of ninjas, they disappeared without a trace," One of the ninjas reported.

Captain Yasha chuckled quietly before speaking. "They must have realized that we didn't have the information they wanted. Killing us wouldn't serve any purpose. Go and investigate the name 'Logan'. It seems they were looking for him. And report tonight's events to the higher-ups. Let them know: without the will to die, we can't even hope to probe this man's strength."

"Understood," The ninjas replied.

"If you don't want to die a miserable death, stay sharp. This time, the target isn't some small-time opponent. We're dealing with a living legend," Captain Yasha warned with a cold look in his eyes. The ninjas, aware of their leader's reputation, nodded gravely. If even their captain feared the enemy, the threat must be unimaginable.

What they did not notice was that high above them, at an altitude of nearly 3,000 meters, Kyle and Raina hovered in the air, silently observing the scene below.

With her sword Muramasa strapped to her back, Raina's silver eyes glowed, her dark hair blowing wildly in the wind, giving her an almost divine appearance.

"They were all brainwashed death soldiers," She said quietly. "Their memories are fragmented and incomplete. Those down there are probably the same. They're from a secret organization in Japan. Their missions are passed down through hidden channels, and even the core members often have no idea who their superiors are or where the organization's headquarters are located."

"But if you wanted to, you could track them down, right?" Kyle asked with a smile.

"Of course," Raina replied calmly. These supposedly clever organizational tactics were old tricks to her - ones she had mastered and discarded decades ago.

With her extraordinary mental abilities, as long as there was a target to track, there was nowhere to hide.

Kyle shrugged. "Good. Then I'll leave it to you. Track down the source of the organization and see if there's a lead to Logan. Oh, and wipe out the organization while you're at it."

"No problem," Raina nodded, casting a sideways glance at Kyle. "What about you, boss?"

"There's a place I've wanted to visit for seventy years," Kyle said with a serene smile. "The war ended too soon and I never got the chance."

Raina pondered his words, realizing it was going to be a long, sleepless night.

---

In New Tokyo, at the Imperial Palace.

Although the emperor's political power had been transferred to the prime minister after World War II, the emperor still held a symbolic position as the nation's figurehead, ranking just below the prime minister in status. 

The emperor had been deified for generations and was regarded as a god-like figure in Imperial Japan. Even the new prime minister had to receive the emperor's blessing before being let into office.

The city was turbulent, with hidden dangers lurking everywhere. The Imperial Palace, where the Emperor and his family lived, was heavily guarded by soldiers and ninja mercenaries, and entry was strictly forbidden.

In one of the rooms on the third floor, a faint light flickered. A young woman in an officer's uniform approached a door and knocked.

"Is that you, Kazuko? Come in," A weak voice came from inside.

Kazuko entered and found an elderly man with white hair standing in front of a portrait of his grandfather, the emperor during World War II.

"Grandfather," She greeted softly.

"Hmm," The old man replied, his eyes never leaving the portrait. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice filled with regret. "Seventy years have passed. I was only twelve when we surrendered. My father committed seppuku, and I inherited the throne as a child, stripped of my power as leader of the nation."

"Your father wasn't much better. He reigned for only a few years before succumbing to illness, forcing me to take the throne again. It was only because of your uncle's schemes that we regained control of the leadership," The old man continued, his hands clenched in anger. "That man caused all of this. I never thought he'd come back here."

"Grandfather, trust me," Kazuko said, her voice filled with determination. "I will free us from this demon and restore our family's honor."

"I'm counting on you. I'm not worried about you, but Sachiko..." The old man sighed.

Kazuko remained silent, considering her sister. "She's not fit to stay in Tokyo right now, but she's too frail to be moved to the countryside. Don't worry, I've assigned the Third Grandmaster of Swordsmanship of Japan to protect her."

"The Third Grandmaster? That would be Kenichi, right?" the old man asked.

"Yes. He only has one sword technique, but if it weren't for that, I think he would be second," Kazuko replied.

"Good. That reassures me," The old man said and turned his gaze back to the portrait, lost in thought.

---

Behind the Imperial Palace, in a peaceful traditional garden, a young woman in a long kimono knelt on the wooden floor of the veranda, leaning against the doorframe. 

Her beautiful face was tinged with an unhealthy pallor, making her look even more delicate and pitiful. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders and pooled on the floor, along with her kimono, like a cherry blossom blooming unnoticed in the night.

The girl stared blankly into the moonlit garden, her eyes devoid of life. Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor, drawing her attention.

Normally, no one would come at this hour. Even if someone did, they would be careful not to make such a careless noise.

To her surprise, a tall blond man, still wearing mud-caked boots, strolled casually past her down the hallway.

"So quiet, I thought no one lived here," Kyle remarked, stopping to look down at the girl.

"Who are you? And why are you... *cough*... here?" The kimono-clad girl asked, her large, innocent eyes wide with curiosity.

"I just walked in," Kyle replied simply.

"And the guards outside? Didn't they stop you?" the girl asked, feeling confused.

Kyle chuckled. "Stop me? There are people in this world who could, but none of them are on Earth." 

(End of chapter)

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