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The Forgotten Children

This is the tale of eight orphaned children, each bearing a dark and harrowing past. They were transformed into instruments of death, assassins, and spies, their true names replaced with new ones they now called each other. Behind their training lay the shadowy government project known as Tokumei, employing them as covert assassins, their hands stained with blood for the sake of the state. The children were aware, yet the depths of this organization remained shrouded in mystery.

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12 Chs

Pursuit of Shadows

Hana's determination to find Daichi had only grown stronger since they uncovered his last known location in Sendai. Her heart ached at the thought of the young boy who had once been her friend and confidant. She couldn't bear the idea of him being in danger, and she knew that she needed to take action.

One evening, as the trio huddled in Hana's Kyoto apartment, she broached the subject again. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of hope and urgency as she turned to Kenji and Ryo.

"We've got to go to Sendai and find Daichi," Hana said, her voice filled with conviction.

Kenji exchanged a worried glance with his brother. "Hana, we understand how important this is to you, but we can't just rush into it. We need to see Takeshi first. We need his help."

Ryo nodded in agreement. "Kenji's right. We can't afford to act impulsively. Daichi's safety is important, but we need a plan."

Hana's frustration grew, but she knew that Kenji and Ryo had a point. They had always been the voice of reason, balancing her determination with caution. Reluctantly, she nodded. "Fine, we'll go to Shibuya and see Takeshi. But we can't waste any more time."

Meanwhile, in the heart of Shibuya, Takeshi was busy organizing the intelligence he had gathered. His meeting with a contact from the shadowy world of government operatives was fast approaching. It was a risky move, but he knew that they needed every piece of information they could get.

As he examined the files spread out before him, his encrypted phone vibrated softly. Takeshi glanced at the screen, his eyes narrowing as he read the message.

"Meet me at the usual place. We have information you'll want to hear."

Takeshi's heart quickened at the message. The "usual place" was a discreet rendezvous point known only to a select few in the intelligence world. It was a place where secrets were traded, and alliances were forged in the shadows.

He looked up at Yumi and Yuji, who were watching him with a mixture of concern and anticipation. "Looks like I got a date. They claim to have the information we need."

Yumi's brow furrowed. "Are you sure this contact can be trusted?"

Takeshi nodded. "I've worked with them before. They've got their own reasons for helping us, but their information has always been reliable."

Yuji, his eyes filled with determination, spoke up, "I should go with you. We can't afford to take any chances."

Takeshi, however, shook his head, and with a smile on his face. "No thanks, Yuji. It's too risky to bring you along. I can handle myself, we have the same training, remember? I need you two to continue the investigation into Ginrui-kai. We need to find out who's controlling them and why they're after us."

Yumi chimed in, echoing Takeshi's sentiments, "Takeshi is right. We can't have all our cards on the table at once. Besides, we don't know what kind of information we'll gather from this contact. It might lead us closer to the truth."

Yuji reluctantly nodded, understanding the necessity of their plan. "Alright, but be careful. This situation is getting more dangerous by the day."

Takeshi offered a reassuring smile. "I will. And you two need to be careful as well. We're dealing with someone who has a lot to lose if we uncover the truth. Keep a low profile, and if you find anything, contact me immediately."

Meanwhile, back in Kyoto. In Kaito's tidy home office, the confusion weighed heavily on his mind as he sifted through the mysterious files, detailing the government's involvement with an organization he had never encountered before—Ginrui-kai. His brow furrowed in deep thought as he tried to make sense of the situation.

"What is this?" Kaito murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't help but wonder why the unknown person gave him this crucial information. He was an ordinary craftsman, far removed from the world of espionage and intrigue.

The room's soft lighting and the gentle hum of his desktop computer offered no answers. Kaito leaned back in his chair, the weight of the evidence-filled briefcase resting on his desk. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was a pawn in a much larger game, and the stakes were higher than he could have ever imagined.

His mind raced with questions. Who was Ginrui-kai, and what did they have to do with me? Why had someone trusted him with this information, and what were they hoping to achieve?

With a determined expression, Kaito knew he had to find answers. Gathering the paper files back into the secure briefcase, he locked it with a resolute click. Then a memory surfaced, like a beacon of hope in the midst of confusion.

With a furrowed brow, Kaito recalled a recent delivery he had received from Takeshi. It had been a simple piece of paper tucked inside a nondescript envelope. On that piece of paper was a handwritten phone number.

Kaito rushed to his desk and sifted through the scattered documents until he found the envelope. Carefully, he extracted the piece of paper bearing the phone number. It was time to make the call, to reach out to Takeshi's informant and seek answers.

With trembling fingers, Kaito dialed the number, the soft tones of the dial tone echoing in the room. Each ring felt like an eternity, but he refused to give in to impatience. Finally, a voice answered on the other end.

"Hello?"

Kaito took a deep breath and spoke with unwavering determination, "I need to talk to Takeshi"

There was a pause on the other end of the line as if the informant was assessing the legitimacy of Kaito's claim. Then, a cautious response came, "Wait for me."

Kaito nodded to himself, hung up the phone, and waited for Takeshi's informant to meet him in his workshop.

Still in Kyoto, Hana, Kenji, and Ryo, gathered around the small table cluttered with scattered documents. The mysterious files detailing the government's involvement with Ginrui-kai lay before them, a tangible reminder of the perilous path they were on.

Hana, her eyes filled with determination, broke the silence that had settled in the room. "Before we head to Shibuya to see Takeshi, since we're in Kyoto, I think we should find Kaito first."

Kenji and Ryo exchanged meaningful glances, silently acknowledging the wisdom in Hana's words. Kaito was their friend, and he held a crucial piece of the puzzle. They couldn't afford to exclude him from their quest for answers.

Ryo nodded in agreement. "Hana's right. If these locations are correct, that means Kaito is also here in Kyoto."

Kenji, with a soft smile, added, "Let's pay a visit to the big guy, then."

With their decision made, the trio quickly gathered their belongings and headed out, following the coordinates that would lead them to Kaito's location. Their determination unwavering, they embarked on the search for their missing friend, and the answers that lay hidden in the shadows.

Back in Shibuya, Takeshi entered the dimly lit, clandestine meeting spot in Shibuya, he spotted a figure shrouded in shadows at the far end of the room. The room's atmosphere was thick with tension, and the informant's voice was barely a whisper as they uttered cryptic words.

"You've been digging into places you shouldn't, Takeshi. You should be careful."

Takeshi's heart raced as he realized that the informant held not only valuable information but a chilling warning. The stakes were higher than he could have ever imagined, and the web of intrigue surrounding Ginrui-kai was more tangled than he had ever thought possible.

With those ominous words hanging in the air, the chapter ends, leaving Takeshi and the readers in suspense, uncertain of what dark secrets are about to be unveiled.