SICARII

Prologue

In the hidden corners of the world, powerful individuals known as the Sicarii wield god-like abilities, orchestrating the course of history from the shadows. While governments and leaders may appear to hold the reins of power, it is the Sicarii who truly govern, pulling strings unseen and shaping destinies. Spanning across continents, they have established six formidable organizations that dominate various nations, each working tirelessly to extend their influence. Their operations are shrouded in secrecy, ranging from covert alliances with governments to orchestrating the machinations of organized crime. As the Sicarii continue their silent ascent, the world remains oblivious to the true architects of its fate.

Taizen's mother gently shook him awake. "Taizen, Taizen, wake up! Today is the day you make our family proud."

He blinked his eyes open, feeling the morning light spill into the room. The reminder of what lay ahead instantly chased away any remaining grogginess. "Today's the entrance exam for the Assassin Organization," she said, her voice filled with both pride and worry.

Taizen's father, once a legendary assassin himself, appeared in the doorway. "You ready, son?" he asked, his tone steady and calm.

Taizen sat up, nodding. He'd been preparing for this day his entire life. His two older brothers, Kaito and Malo, had both passed the exam with flying colors and gone on to make names for themselves within the organization. He knew he had a legacy to uphold.

After a quick breakfast, he met Kaito at the edge of the small courtyard outside their home. Kaito, tall and lean, gave him a nod and tossed him a pair of sparring gloves. "Let's get to the training grounds. I need to make sure you're in top form before you face the examiners," Kaito said.

The training ground, hidden deep within the secluded forest behind their home, was quiet except for the rustling of leaves. It was an almost sacred space, where Taizen had trained alongside his brothers since he was old enough to throw a punch.

Kaito circled Taizen, cracking his knuckles. "Stretch first," he instructed. "You're going to need every ounce of flexibility today."

Taizen did as he was told, stretching his arms and legs, loosening up his shoulders. He could feel the tension in the air—a mixture of excitement and the familiar nerves that accompanied every sparring match with Kaito.

Kaito waited until Taizen had finished stretching, then raised his hands. "Come at me, Taizen," he said, his voice calm and unyielding. "Let's see if you've really been training as hard as you say."

Taizen squared his stance and took a breath, sizing up his older brother. Kaito was holding back a grin, his eyes narrowed, almost daring him to make the first move. Taizen feinted left, then darted right, throwing a quick jab toward Kaito's midsection. But Kaito's reflexes were sharp—he sidestepped the attack with practiced ease, catching Taizen's wrist and using his momentum to flip him to the ground.

"Too predictable," Kaito said, smirking. "You're thinking too much. Trust your instincts."

Taizen rolled to his feet, brushing the dirt off his hands. "You're not giving me a lot to work with, Kaito."

Kaito chuckled. "That's the point. An enemy won't either. Again."

They squared off once more. This time, Taizen threw a combination—left jab, right hook, then a low kick aimed at Kaito's knee. Kaito blocked the punches and stepped back just enough to avoid the kick, then retaliated with a swift backhanded punch that Taizen barely managed to dodge.

Kaito was quick, his movements fluid and almost effortless. Taizen, by contrast, felt like he was fighting against a tidal wave. Every punch and kick he launched was met with a precise block, every evasion countered with a follow-up strike.

Taizen felt the pressure mount as Kaito's attacks continued, but he refused to back down. Drawing on every ounce of training he had received, he decided it was time to shift tactics. Instead of solely relying on his speed and agility, Taizen focused intently on his brother's movements, looking for openings.

With a sudden burst of energy, Taizen launched forward, executing a series of rapid punches aimed at Kaito's torso. This time, Kaito was taken aback, struggling to keep up with Taizen's flurry of attacks. Taizen found a rhythm, slipping past Kaito's defenses and landing a few solid blows that knocked the wind out of him.

"Nice, Taizen!" Kaito grunted, falling back on his heels as he instinctively raised his arms to shield himself. Taizen pressed forward, sensing a rare opportunity. He executed a quick roundhouse kick, which Kaito barely managed to block, but the force of it sent him staggering back a step.

"Alright, alright," Kaito said, now fully on the defensive, his eyes wide with surprise. "I see you've been working harder than I thought."

Encouraged by his brother's words, Taizen felt his confidence surge. He pressed the advantage, using a combination of footwork and quick strikes to keep Kaito on the back foot. With each punch, he could see his brother's surprise morphing into genuine respect.

"You've got talent, little brother," Kaito said, gritting his teeth as he blocked another jab. "But you need to control your energy. Don't burn out too quickly."

Taizen nodded, focusing on his breathing as he continued his assault. With renewed determination, he executed a series of feints, drawing Kaito into a false sense of security before unleashing a powerful uppercut. Kaito, caught off guard, barely managed to evade the full force of the blow but still felt the sting against his jaw.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if Taizen might actually get the upper hand, but Kaito quickly regained his composure. With a swift pivot, he countered Taizen's advances. Kaito's experience shone through as he moved fluidly, absorbing Taizen's punches and returning fire with sharp, calculated strikes.

"Stay focused!" Kaito shouted, a grin forming as he began to turn the tide. He dodged one of Taizen's hooks, stepping inside and delivering a punishing blow to Taizen's side. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and Taizen staggered back, trying to regain his footing.

"Come on, Taizen! Show me what you've got!" Kaito called, his voice a mix of encouragement and challenge. Taizen grit his teeth, determination fueling his next assault. He charged forward, throwing everything he had into a flurry of kicks and punches.

But Kaito was relentless. He sidestepped Taizen's wild swings, countering with precision. Taizen felt the weight of Kaito's strikes, each one calculated to exploit his weaknesses. As he lunged for another strike, Kaito seized the moment. In one swift movement, he grabbed Taizen's arm, spun him around, and sent him crashing to the ground.

Breathing heavily, Taizen lay on the forest floor, his body aching from the intensity of their sparring session. Kaito stood over him, a proud smile on his face.

"Not bad, little brother," he said, extending a hand to help Taizen up. "You've got a lot of potential. But you need to remember that it's not just about speed and agility. Sometimes, you've got to accept that strength and experience can turn the tide."

Taizen took Kaito's hand and pulled himself up, panting but smiling despite the defeat. "Yeah, I see that now. I pushed too hard."

"Exactly," Kaito replied, clapping Taizen on the shoulder. "You'll get there. Just keep training, and remember that every loss is a lesson. You're on your way to becoming an elite hand-to-hand fighter. Just don't let this get to your head."

"Thanks, Kaito. I appreciate it," Taizen said, his resolve strengthened despite the loss. "I won't give up. I'll come back stronger next time."

With that, the two brothers resumed their training, each movement echoing the bond they shared and the legacy Taizen was determined to uphold. Taizen felt a renewed sense of purpose building within him; today was just the beginning, and he was ready to prove himself worthy of the Silver name.

They fought for hours, the sun beating down on them as sweat dripped from their brows. Taizen felt every muscle in his body ache, but the adrenaline kept him pushing forward. Each clash of their fists resonated in the quiet of the forest, a testament to the intensity of their training.

As they finally began to walk home, Taizen's chest heaved with exhaustion, but a sense of accomplishment surged within him. Kaito, always the mentor, turned to him, his expression serious. "Listen carefully, Taizen. The exam isn't just a test of your physical skills. It's about strategy and intelligence. You need to think several steps ahead of your opponents."

Taizen nodded, absorbing his brother's words. Kaito continued, his voice steady. "And above all, keep your cool under pressure. The examiners will try to provoke you, test your limits. They want to see if you can maintain your focus when the heat is on."

Taizen's mind raced with the myriad lessons he had learned over the years—the countless stories of strategy, quick thinking, and the importance of composure that Kaito had shared with him. "I understand, Kaito. I've been preparing for this moment my whole life. I won't let my emotions cloud my judgment."

Kaito smiled, pride evident in his eyes. "Good. Just remember, anything can happen. Be ready for the unexpected." As they walked in silence, Taizen felt a mixture of anticipation and anxiety swelling within him. He was ready, but the looming uncertainty of the exam only fueled his determination.