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Moonlit Sword Shadows : Lament for the Nameless Warrior
墨書 Inktalez
In the ancient kingdom of the East, in the dark night, the moonlight scattered on an ancient eastern building, which appeared ancient and quiet, giving it an extra air of mystery. The roof tiles have endured countless winds and frosts, with some areas even covered in moss. The eaves in the moonlight seemed to be immersed in a dream, brushing over the deep tiles, emitting a hint of chill through the wooden doors and windows. The shadows of the trees in the courtyard swayed, and the stone lanterns reflected the moss, as if telling one buried secret after another.
By the pond, the carp occasionally touched the water surface, creating ripples that spread like silk on the water. These colorful carp, living in such a place, had to remain vigilant at all times. The stream under the small bridge flowed leisurely, like a murmuring melody. The bamboo forest around rustled in the night wind, as if warning of the danger for those who approach.
Here is hidden an ancient Japanese assassination organization. These ninjas are agile, with cold eyes, fully armed, and filled with loyalty and obedience to the organization. Their existence is only for one purpose, which is to complete the mission.
This time, the target is another ancient kingdom that controls the entire East Asian maritime trade and high-ranking officials. His life is luxurious yet low-key, his power is overwhelming yet he acts without leaving a trace. His mansion is surrounded by thick walls, each door is guarded, and every corner is under surveillance. The stone lions at the entrance exude a majestic air, the stone lanterns on both sides of the street stand tall, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard compete for brilliance, all emitting an air of invincibility.
The hall was dimly lit, and several ninjas gathered around a black wooden table, their figures appearing and disappearing. On the table lay a map and some small tools, and each person's gaze was focused on the map, meticulously studying each route. They confirmed the details of the plan one by one, with no unnecessary words, only concise nods. One of them slowly drew a dagger from his waist, the blade reflecting a cold light in his eyes. His fingers slowly slid over the back of the blade, as if having a conversation with it. Everything was ready.
After the discussion, they seemed to disappear into the darkness like the wind, leaving only the moonlight in the courtyard and the sound of flowing water under the small bridge. The flowers and trees in the courtyard still swayed in the wind, as if everything just now was only a dream.
This assassination organization not only kills without hesitation, but also has its own creed and regulations. Their philosophy originates from ancient and strict principles, representing a pure existence that only serves to obey orders and carry out missions. They do not fear death, as they believe it is just a new beginning.
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In another ancient Eastern kingdom, every corner of this metropolis is filled with magnificence, as well as a domineering and dignified atmosphere. The buildings in the streets and alleys, the bustling people in the markets, all contribute to a busy scene. Everyone's face seems to be filled with busyness, as if the world is only about profit and power.
But at the center of this metropolis, there is a grand mansion that showcases the owner's extravagance and grandeur. Within the tall walls, there are lush flowers and trees, flowing streams, and everything appears so elegant. The people in the mansion include servants serving high-ranking officials, visiting guests, and the relatives of high-ranking officials. Everything here is under the control of the owner, and his eyes and ears are present in every corner.
A decadent middle-aged swordsman lay idly in the shade of the courtyard, with a plain scabbard casually placed beside him. His eyes held only a lazy calm, as if disconnected from the world.
He was slender with a lazy countenance, yet his features were sharp, and his deep eyes shimmered with a serene light, as if hiding countless untold stories. Clad in a gray old robe that hung loosely, it seemed to drift like lonely autumn leaves falling. The robe, touched by the wind, bore the marks of time, its faint lines resembling the depth of time, outlining the traces of years. The robe sleeves fluttered slightly, as if a frozen landscape, captured in the passage of time.
He is one of the long-supported diners of high-ranking officials. This person never speaks more than necessary. His words are always concise, each sentence seems carefully considered, without any unnecessary embellishments. His tone is calm and plain, as if a leaf blowing in the wind.
High-ranking officials trust him very much. Although he appears indifferent, he is very fond of the daughter of high-ranking officials. Every time the daughter wants to play with him, he patiently accompanies her, and even teaches her some basic swordsmanship. Their relationship is very good, as if they were a real father and daughter.
The life of high-ranking officials is luxurious yet tasteful. Fresh flowers are delivered every day, and the vases in the hall are always full. Every dish is carefully prepared, and every corner is kept in a beautiful shine. His daily life is like an exquisite painting, with every detail depicted so perfectly.
The private life of high-ranking officials is also very low-key. He always wears a simple yet exquisite robe and a soft hat on his head. His demeanor is gentle, and his eyes reveal a calm wisdom. His behavior is very restrained, never speaking loudly or laughing in front of others. He always maintains the elegance and demeanor befitting a high-ranking official.
But behind the high-ranking officials, there is a hidden extremely dangerous secret. His power and wealth are built on an extremely dark foundation. He controls the entire maritime trade in the East, with immense influence and an iron grip. His methods are brutal, and no one dares to oppose him.
Yet in this bustling city, there is a group of people quietly approaching.
At night, moonlight spills onto the rooftops of the city, and the stone lanterns on either side of the street sway in the breeze, making a "ding-dong" sound. A group of ninjas quietly arrives in the city of high-ranking officials. They move swiftly and agilely, disappearing into the night in an instant. They shuttle through every corner of the city, sometimes leaping across rooftops and other times swiftly moving along the streets. They have only one goal: to find the best opportunity to assassinate high-ranking officials.
The ninjas' gaze is firm; they know that this mission is crucial to the future and honor of the entire organization. They must succeed, or it will be a dead end.
The swordsman in the mansion strolled leisurely through the courtyard every day, lazily wandering around the mansion. He walked through every corner, making sure everything was safe and sound.
He did not know that danger was quietly approaching.
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