Code name -04 and Report
A the 13-year-old boy with black hair entered the training room. His mere presence seemed to carry an air of supernatural power, as if he were not just a mere mortal. His expression is dull, those eyes devoid of any emotion .
After approaching the center infront of a heavy punching bag . his eyes locked onto it as he began to throw a series of punches.
The boy punched the heavy bag relentlessly, his face devoid of any emotion.
He continued to deliver blows with mechanical precision, as if he was a machine programmed to do just that.
There was no anger or frustration in his movements.
The heavy bag swayed back and forth as he landed each blow, the sound reverberating throughout the room with a deep thud.
His punches were precise and powerful, each one hitting the bag with a force that seemed almost inhuman.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he continued his assault, never once losing his focus.
As he continued to punch, the room grew louder with the sound of the heavy bag being hit repeatedly. It was as if the bag itself was no match for his supernatural strength. His movements were so quick and fluid that it was almost impossible to follow them with the naked eye.
As the boy continued to punch the heavy bag, his bronze skin glistened with sweat under the bright gym lights.
Each hit reverberated throughout the room, the sound of his supernatural power echoing loudly. With each punch, a layer seemed to cover his arms, like the skin of a prehistoric beast, as if he was drawing strength from deep within himself.
The air crackled with energy as the boy's punches became faster and more furious.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavy bag swung back and forth, unable to withstand the force of his blows. The boy's muscles bulged with every punch, his entire body seeming to transform into a force to be reckoned with.
The boy stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the sound of his heavy breathing and the reverberating echoes of his punches.
But amidst the chaos of his movements, there was a sense of emptiness in his eyes, as if he was searching for something beyond the four walls around him.
He felt a disconnection from the world, like he was lost in his own thoughts and doubts, questioning his purpose and existence.
There was no emotion on his face, only a blank expression as he continued to punch the bag with an almost robotic precision.
For a moment, it seemed as if time had stopped, the only sound in the room the sound of the boy's punching. But then, with one final punch, the bag tore from its chain and went flying across the room.
Pov code name 04
I feel lost , I remind myself of my purpose: to train tirelessly and become a valuable asset to the Divine Blade organization it is supposed my purpose do my best in training so i could become a useful weapon for Divine blade organization.
Isn't that how it supposed to be but why i feel like i forget something.
I close my eyes and try to remember, but it's all so blurry.
I see glimpses of a table in clay pot variety of sweet and I can feel the taste of Rasgulla (A type of Indian sweet )in my mouth.
But the faces of the people around me are all blurred, and I can't quite make out who they are.
Then suddenly, the scene changes, a blurry image flashes in my mind - a group of children, including myself, playing cricket in a lush green field.
The sound of the ball hitting the bat, the cheers of the kids, the warm sun on my face, all come flooding back to me.
even i hear a sweet clear cheer amidst of laughter .
"Ankit brother ! "
was she calling me ?
But just as quickly as the memory came, it fades away, leaving me feeling more confused than ever. I try to hold onto the fragments of what I saw, but they slip away like sand through my fingers. All I'm left with is a sense of unease, as if there's something important I'm forgetting.
But my mind keeps reminding me to stay loyal to the Divine Blade organization, no matter what doubts or questions I have.
I try to shake off the feeling of unease and uncertainty, focusing on my training and the skills I need to develop to become a valuable asset to the organization.
But there's a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I can't ignore - a feeling that there's more to my past, and my true identity, than what I've been told.
Nevertheless, I know that my loyalty to the Divine Blade must come first, even if it means sacrificing my own desires and needs.
I know that to be valuable to the Divine Blade organization, I have to push myself harder in training.
I need to surpass everyone else .
It's not just about being stronger, faster, or more skilled. It's about being an asset that the organization can rely on, no matter what.
So I train day in and day out, pushing my body to its limits, never giving up. I know that this is my purpose, and I will do whatever it takes to fulfill it.
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Then again loud hitting sound reverberated throughout the room.
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In a dimly lit room, the leader of the organization sat at a polished oak desk, reviewing the report of three trainees.
The report detailed their progress in mastering the organization's specialized techniques and skills, highlighting their strengths and weaknesses.
As the leader read through each report, their piercing eyes narrowed in deep concentration.
The silence was only broken by the sound of rustling papers and the occasional tap of a pen against the desk.
In front him a figure stood , half bent in a gesture of deep respec.
Their eyes were fixed on the ground as they awaited the leader's instruction.
He is K one of the core member of organization .
" Everyone fells okay even code name 0 Awakened power same as our god
let see can he live upto our expectations "
The Leader said in casual tone.
"About code name 02 seems something off,
lets increase the intensity of her brainwashing "
Leader said in serious tone .
"ok sir "
K replied with full of respect
"Dismissed for today "
After bowing to the leader, K exited the room.
Afterwards in the dark room, faint tapping sounds could be heard, almost like the ticking of a clock.