This was a normal day as usual. People walking around the streets, car's drive on the road any normal modern day of the week. The world where magic, fantasies exist but few supernatural things do. 1889 a nuclear meteoriod fell from the depths of space crash Landing at the end side of Japan. Scientists found this on their exploration of the forest and found it near the ocean. Later through the years in 1925 they found a way to break open the meteoriod as it was a difficult task to complete considering it's hardness more to that of a planet itself. Scientists were able to open it due to their technology way more advanced and more early on with the necessary process and amount of work they made a weapon enough to crack it open.
What they found was Nothing but chess pieces and in those pieces were purple shards unlike any other thing they've seen before. They found out that it's able to generate and help technology further into advancing not only in weapons, buildings, creating phones, rockets to fly to the moon and television but also machines to control. Ever since that those years the world changed into the modern era of today where those shards were used by one organization which was the "assassin's organization" and the academy called "prodigy pathways".
Prodigy pathways is an academy made for the soul purpose to make students from ordinary to geniuses, survivers, monster's and superhuman against their new life after graduation and learning through those being successful plus a higher rate of interest, income and profits not just for graduation but also employment. It's not just a normal school those who know about this school are teachers, workers who work there, principals, headmaster and students who attend it. A brutal school unforgiving with not just many ways to get expelled but also ways for even trauma and therapy sessions as well. Children aren't allowed to contact with anyone amongst the outside world during special exams, island exams and many more exams in general. The school asses skills, potential, talent, hardwork and motivation of the spirit to be able to survive this monstrosity of a school.
Assassin's organization an organization made to train and experiment on kids either abondoned, lost parents or born in there by the family member who owns the place or families who leave their children there. This organization is hidden from the world outside of people who know about it and work in it. Train kids from history of the old age, technology, dark phycology, manipulation, martial arts, swordsmanship, surviving, strength and emotions. This organization doesn't care if kid's lose emotions or still have them until they are good enough to be assassin it's worth it. Some children are experimented into hybrids with DNA of different species themselves while still retaining their human form but with animal aspects. The technology of the this era is more advanced in the assassin's organization being able to control the shards from the meteoriod that fell years ago. Having figured that it's able to not just power machines but humans as well into having abilities such as foresight for a few seconds, control a weapon they prefer, portals to different locations on earth being limited by earth to the center of the milky-way, being also able to be used on animals as well like upgrading their size too impossible levels with armor that no normal bullets could break, stronger than still or metals and control a few elements and add intelligence comparable to that or smarter then humans. Kids at either age under 10 are trained to near death, bleed to near death, suffered to unimaginable heights and experimented. It's the darkest side and point of humanity. They do offer freedom temporarily a few months before back to normal, they learn how to act, change their aura and human behavior into the normal human, nicest human and into the cold emotionless human and also turn them into the point their aura is a machine along with their face, eye's and voice along with their body.
Teaching psychology, computer science, computer engineering, criminology, political science, languages, economics, literature, mass murder, blend in the shadows, manipulation, deception, choices, decisions, observations, perspective, perception, intelligent agencies, deduction, planning, martial arts, emotions, charm, methods, knowledge, intelligence, how to get information without getting caught, mathematics, history, social science,history, physical and life science, music, and +more. Making them aware and calculative to their extant.
[Voids origins]
POV???
"alright before you start here's the rules of the match. Your allowed to use any weapon suitable for you to use against your opponent. Your not allowed to use weapons such ass guns, snipers, bombs and shock guns. Your goal is to defeat your opponent by either tiring them to the ground, surrender or by knocking them out no hesitation. And remember those who fail and loose match will be punished understand?" looking at a kid about 5 years old two years older than me who seems slightly nervous but still calm while I feel nothing. The instructor after finishing with telling us the rules he proceeds to bring a table with different weapons such as knives, kitchens knives, a bat, wip that's hard as stone and slippery as jelly, swords, katana, spears and shields. The 5 year old kid thinks for a moment about what to pick while I just take the katana made of black. The tip is gold a little white the rest is black. Finally the kid takes knives, kitchen knives, a shield and a wip.
"aren't you going to pick more?" he asked me atleast.
"no"
"why?"
"there's no reason to."
"against these weapons I'm going to use?"
"in dire situations when your opponent knocks your weapons leaving you with one what are you gonna do?"
"..." it appears it knocked something in him. Well it really wouldn't matter since there's nothing to do now. Heading to the center of the room I wait for the kid to come up here as he does the instructor leaves the room and sooner or later the room turns dark, pitch black.
Without much thought I immediately rush at my opponent who throws knives at a speed of atleast Mach 3 so I counter them by deflecting at the sides of the knives so not to stab myself. Dashing to side narrowly dodging a punch but then a side kick heads to my solar plex immediately use my hands to block it then sweep him under while he flips back before getting it and in the air multiple kitchen knives are thrown at me but not careing as I speed up and moving my body life a joystick automatically left, right, slide and jumping to land on one of them giving me momentum to boost at him.
Passing by the right side of him twisting my body to stop the amount of speed and wind power I created leaving me upside down. Clashing my strikes along with his then managing to grab his white gi by his leg throwing him to the ground as I'm falling he manages to land on his fit cracking the ground leaving atleast a huge crater around 25 meters deep. Again narrowly avoiding a knive at me by tilting my head up while I'm still falling than a swift straight kick lands at me making me block it by a margin and sent back a few meters before stopping myself and summoning my katana just in time to deflect a bat about to hit my skull and seeing an opponent I use my left hand to hit his solar plex with two fingers aiming for the soft spot as it did generating the soft force into his bones then organs and hit his heart.
Gasping for air as he falls down but only standing at one leg. Narrowing my eyes I side step before the wip locked my leg in the shock me. Well it appears that he planted that wip there just when he made a creator. I was wondering why was he throwing just knives at me and not using his other weapons. If the wip was there than.
He sweeps me just as I see a shield coming towards me. Ah I get it now. Thinking quickly I twist my body midfall to the left and made a roundhouse kick to his side sending him skitting and rolling on the ground then crash against the wall making a dent about 5 meters to 9 in length and spider cracks as he stays there unconscious bleeding out and his white gi torn a few parts.
Standing still for a moment later the lights are back on as the doors open three doctor's take the kid and leave the room to the medical care while one of the instructors take me to my room. Room zero.
3rd POV
In a room with four instructors in black suits a man in his late twenties with brown long straight hair down to his back in a black suit watches the video replaying the fight in a camera. The fight was only 1 minute long but a few things happened. A kid 3 years old in a black gi with medium length brown hair and golden eye's half lidded with no expression rushing at a kid in a white gi with short blonde hair and red eyes about 7 km and reaching it about 0.2 seconds and replying the fight that happened until the end.
"about one minute long, knives thrown at mach 3, reaction time faster then that, strength drown able to land and withstand the growth creating a crater about 25 meters. And able to bait the kid into letting him hit him while making a plan to trap him with the wip knowing he would dodge it just to catch him off gaurd and execute a plan to use his shield about as hard as a stone boulder and crush him down. Only one minute and overwhelmed too. The blonde is pretty sharp." the man with brown long hair commented in a deep and cold voice.
" judging by the time and distance it's most likely he planned it from the start of the match. Project 6 is smart in combat. The brain installed by the monitors stated it showed about counting each distance and where a crater would be made" one of the instructors analyzed while checking the cameras.
"foresight?" the man asked with curiosity in his voice. The instructors nodded confirming it correct.
"and the one in black gi?"
"tactical instincts mixed with nothing but body movement. No mind in using or planning. His body is able to adapt on its own despite being 3 years old and this being his first time in a fight his body is able use some form of atleast mid to high battle instincts along with that it says he managed to figure out the planned of project 6 for about a milisecond before breaking through it and surviving. The heartbeat from the computers show nothing. There's no exhaustion and no emotion."
"so a robotic instinct mixed in human form. I see. Both were splendid. My son should be able to keep up with these two. Or atleast the brown haired one. What's his name?"
"he goes by code name "zero" due to being zero emotional contact, zero thought process into a millisecond and zero read from the monitors. We don't know what he thinks since he shows zero expression. But the reason for that is because of an accident that happened last year that made us take him in. His real name is aether kuroyami"
"i see. Do tell me what happened about the incident that happened last year"
Aether POV
Siting in my room around with nothing but black. If any normal person or atleast spy and assassin where to be here they wouldn't see much. Especially in the room from the match where they wouldn't see anything but relay on their instincts and think about where someone's going to hit. Replying everything about the fight I'm impressed about that kid. I kind of what to talk to him. I'm not sure what akuma would say about him but I do know that that kid would help us in leaving this place. It's not very convenient to stay here. Hearing the doors open I didn't need to look who it is it's akuma anyway.
"how was the experience?"
"manageable"
"you and your adaptive bullshit"
"yeah I know. But don't leave yourself out you evolve."
"yeah I don't adapt to a situation about 30 seconds in and understand it"
"the only difference between us is that I may adapt to half a minute, you evolve in a minute and then you match me. So to put it in simple terms were basically equals." that's how it's always been since lived here. I can't help but think about how we got here. I remember it clearly but that's a story for another time
" did you get it?"
" if your talking about the shards then no. They have supercomputers everywhere, servaline cameras everywhere well not everywhere but in areas used for escaping, stealing and activities were not supposed to do. So it's quite difficult to get a single shard"
Sigh they really have prepared things for whenever someone's going to steal them. But sooner or later we'll get them. But...
"you do know where going to be next"
"..." still as expressionless as always akuma even when knowing were going to be the next experiments. Well I can't say I'm not the same.
"do you think we'll ever get out and be free from this place?"
"depends"
"your no help"
"neither are you"
"you changed a lot. You used to smile then, laugh and enjoy everything. I apologies for what my parents did and you had a reason for doing " that" last year" and again with this. I can't take it.
"I'll say it again what I did was wrong okay I was consumed by revenge. I took not just your parents but " her" too. Your parents killed mine too. Well they weren't my actual parents just adoptive ones. But it's all in the past now. Even though I know it's going to replay with me for a long time and it's gonna take some time to get over it." we've had this conversation for 3 times but I still can't say I've moved on fully. Only a 2/3 but the rest. I don't know. But it doesn't matter much.
" do you know where we'll be going if we ever leave this place?" I asked it's not very uncommon to know where we'll be staying.
"prodigy pathways" that's all he said. I heard about that academy. Well I won't say it's safe but it's better then this hellesh place. I was thinking of going there too. It wouldn't hurt much. Although my intuition tells me it's going to be chaotic.