In the hidden basement beneath the mafia's headquarters, the right-hand man began Nobu's training. At first, he only intended to teach him basic martial arts… but something shocked him.
Nobu executed every technique with perfect form.
Even though Nobu had never learned martial arts, his movements looked like he had trained for thirty to forty years. Because of this, the right-hand man decided to teach him advanced and dangerous skills—moves he normally taught only to assassins.
To his surprise, Nobu enjoyed the training.
Beru, on the other hand, struggled. He learned only the basics, and even those took time. Powerful techniques were still far out of his reach.
Seven years passed.
By now, both Nobu and Beru had become skilled martial artists, each in their own way. The mafia finally gave them their first real mission, assigning Kashi to lead the two.
Their target: a small clan with surprisingly strong fighters.
Before sending them out, the mafia boss warned them strictly,
"Fight one-on-one. No unnecessary risks."
A helicopter carried them into the night. Nobu and Beru were terrified—this was their first mission—but they held their katanas tight and followed Kashi's lead.
They landed far from the clan grounds and approached silently.
Their first goal: the clan leader.
The three of them broke into his room at the same time, striking together in a single coordinated attack. The leader died instantly.
But three elite guards remained.
They took a photo of the dead leader for proof, then followed Kashi's plan—plant bombs in each room.
The trio split up.
Everything went smoothly until a guard spotted Nobu.
The man slashed with his sword—Nobu couldn't block in time.
The blade pierced straight into Nobu's chest.
Just when the guard prepared to finish him, Kashi appeared, slicing the man's neck in a single clean motion. They escaped and detonated the bombs, wiping the clan from existence.
But Nobu was left with a dark, permanent scar on his chest.
The mafia boss was thrilled with their success. He treated the three to a luxurious feast in a high-class hotel. Their bond deepened, and Nobu and Beru quickly became famous within the mafia—known as the youngest members to complete a mission.
They resumed training immediately, pushing their limits even further. Soon they began learning swordsmanship as well.
Crime in the city was rotten—criminals were selling children, kidnapping teens, and running secret bases. Nobu and Beru wanted power so they could destroy these monsters.
Two more years passed.
Now both had become formidable swordsmen, completing three mid-rank missions during that period. The mafia rewarded them with a private luxury SUV and their first katanas.
They were now ready to fight criminals on the streets.
But danger came faster than expected.
A beggar boy spotted them and reported their arrival to the underground criminals. Within minutes, a group of forty armed fighters surrounded Nobu and Beru.
However, they were no match.
Nobu and Beru tore through them in just three to four minutes, leaving only one man alive to interrogate.
From him, they learned about two major criminals who kidnapped children—locking beggar kids and teenage girls inside a secret base to sell them for profit.
And so, another hunt began.