Paparazzi to pure adrenaline

"From Paparazzi to Pure Adrenaline!"

After escaping the chaotic beach scene (and Alexier nearly strangling Kenji), the team decided to burn off steam with something even wilder—motorboat racing.

The waves roared, the engines rumbled, and adrenaline spiked as they prepared to race across the open ocean.

Kenji smirked, revving his engine. "Alright, losers, time to see who’s got real skills on the water."

Alexier, cracking his neck: "Better start praying, Senpai. Because I’m leaving you in my wake."

Yashiro, already grinning like a maniac, cranked the throttle. "LET’S GO, YOU COWARDS—!"

Seiran?

He didn’t even say anything, just adjusted his gloves and silently challenged everyone.

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THE RACE BEGINS!

Alexier takes an early lead, cutting through the waves like a pro.

Kenji, refusing to be left behind, pulls a sharp drift, sending a massive wave straight into Alexier’s face.

Yashiro nearly flips his boat but just LAUGHS like a psycho.

Seiran, cool as ever, maintains a steady speed before suddenly gunning it, almost sending Kenji flying off his own boat.

Kenji: "OI, SEIRAN! DON’T TRY TO KILL ME, DAMMIT!"

Seiran: (deadpan, adjusting his shades) "I’m just driving."

Alexier: (spluttering water from his mouth) "KENJI, YOU—!!"

Kenji: (laughing) "Oops, my hand slipped~"

Yashiro: "STOP FLIRTING AND RACE, DAMMIT!"

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THE FINAL STRETCH!

Alexier and Kenji are NECK AND NECK.

Yashiro is spinning out of control but refuses to give up.

Seiran, like a silent assassin, is right behind them, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Then—A MASSIVE WAVE HITS.

Kenji’s boat nearly capsizes, Alexier skids sideways, and Yashiro crashes into Seiran’s side.

Seiran, finally snapping: "YASHIRO, YOU IDIOT—!"

Yashiro: (laughing, even as they nearly fall into the ocean) "WORTH IT!"

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AND THE WINNER IS…?!

As they all rocket toward the finish line, who do YOU think crosses first?

1. Alexier\, proving once again that he’s a beast at everything.

2. Kenji\, pulling some sneaky trick at the last second.

3. Seiran\, because he was actually holding back the whole time.

4. Yashiro\, PURELY by chaotic luck.

AND THE WINNER IS…

As the boats launched toward the finish line, the tension was thick. The spray of the ocean, the roaring engines, the sheer determination in their eyes—

BAM!

Out of nowhere, a rogue wave SMACKED into Kenji and Alexier, sending them spinning. Yashiro, screaming like a lunatic, somehow managed to stay on track.

And then—

Seiran.

Calm. Silent. Untouched.

While everyone else was flailing, screaming, or cussing, he just glided forward, crossing the finish line without a single word.

The entire beach fell silent.

Kenji: (soaked, furious, and pointing at Seiran) "YOU—YOU—YOU DAMN SNAKE! YOU WERE PLAYING US THE WHOLE TIME?!"

Alexier: (panting, drenched in seawater, glaring at Seiran like he just witnessed a crime) "This… this was rigged."

Yashiro: (floating on his capsized boat, laughing his ass off) "SEIRAN WON—?! OH MY GOD—!"

Seiran?

Just adjusted his gloves, fixed his wet hair, and calmly walked away.

Seiran: (shrugging, deadpan) "I was just driving."

Kenji & Alexier: "LIKE HELL YOU WERE!!"

CELEBRATION TIME – ALL THUMBS UP, BOTTOMS UP! 🍻🎉

The team gathered around the bonfire, drinks in hand, the sound of the ocean waves mixing with their laughter. The scent of grilled seafood filled the air, and for the first time in forever, they weren’t running from bullets or dodging explosions.

Kenji: (raising his beer) "To surviving a freaking mascot assassination mission, a ridiculous boat race, and still looking damn good while doing it!"

Alexier: (smirking, clinking his glass) "And to Seiran, the silent killer of the race."

Yashiro: (snorting, throwing an arm around Seiran’s shoulders) "To my dear Seiranchi, who played us all like a fiddle. I feel betrayed, yet oddly impressed."

Seiran: (sipping his drink, completely unfazed) "I did nothing wrong."

Kenji: (scoffing) "That’s what all masterminds say."

Raven, watching from a distance, shaking her head: "I swear, I gathered a team of assassins, not chaotic teenagers on summer break."

But despite her grumbling, even she couldn't hide the small smile forming on her lips. For now, they deserved this.

Raven: (arms crossed, watching the group clink glasses like it’s a frat party) "I hired elite assassins, not a bunch of overgrown children on vacation."

Kenji: (grinning, tipping his glass toward her) "C’mon, Mother Earth, even assassins need a break."

Raven: (vein popping on her forehead) "Stop. Calling. Me. That."

Alexier: (leaning back, smirking) "Just admit it, boss. You love us."

Raven: (scoffs, sipping her wine) "Love is a strong word."

Seiran: (deadpan, raising his glass) "Cheers to our dysfunctional family."

Yashiro: (grinning, throwing an arm over Seiran’s shoulder) "And to Seiran, the unexpected dark horse of the boat race. Seriously, dude, how the hell—"

Seiran: (sipping his drink, cool as ever) "Skill."

Kenji: (laughing, nudging Alexier) "Bet he cheats at poker too."

Alexier: (grinning) "Wouldn’t surprise me."

And just like that, their night continued—filled with sarcasm, laughter, and a rare moment of peace.

Inside a private KTV room, the elite assassins… absolutely wasted.

Kenji: (clutching the mic, dramatically belting out a ballad off-key) “AND IIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOUUU—”

Alexier: (face down on the table, groaning) “Somebody. Please. End. Him.”

Yashiro: (cackling, recording the whole thing on his phone) “Oh, this is going in the archives.”

Seiran: (sitting in the corner, sipping whiskey like the only sane person left)

Raven: (watching the chaos unfold, regretting all her life choices) “I should’ve left you all to die in that mission.”

Kenji: (pointing at her, still slurring his words) “Shut up, Mother Earth, and sing next—hic!—your turn.”

Raven: (vein popping on her forehead) “DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!”

Alexier: (lifting his head, smirking) “Kenji does. He’s been begging for it all night.”

Kenji: (fake gasping, placing a hand on his chest) “Alex! My heart! I thought we had something special!”

Alexier: (groaning, shoving Kenji away) “Your breath smells like regret and bad life choices.”

Yashiro: (laughing, nudging Seiran) “Seiran, you’re up. C’mon, sing something.”

Seiran: (narrowing his eyes, deadly serious) “…No.”

But then, with the power of drunken peer pressure, even Seiran was eventually forced to sing… and to everyone’s shock—he was actually good.

Kenji: (blinking in awe) “Bro… why are you an assassin? You could be a freakin’ idol.”

Seiran: (setting down the mic, completely unfazed) “Killing pays better.”

Yashiro: (grinning, raising his glass) “To the best worst team in history.”

And so, the night continued—with more terrible singing, ridiculous dares, and a whole lot of blackmail material for future use.

Oh, they didn’t just pass out—they collapsed in the most ridiculous ways possible.

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The Morning After – The Ultimate Hangover Edition

The penthouse living room looked like a warzone. Bottles, snack wrappers, and abandoned microphones were scattered everywhere. The elite assassins? Completely dead to the world.

Kenji was sprawled on the couch, one leg hanging off, hugging an empty bottle like a long-lost lover.

Alexier had somehow ended up under the coffee table, groaning in agony.

Yashiro was asleep on the floor, using Kenji’s jacket as a blanket.

Seiran—surprisingly—was perfectly fine, sitting at the dining table with a cup of black coffee, flipping through a newspaper like nothing happened.

Raven stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, eyes twitching.

Raven: (deadpan) “I should’ve let the enemy kill you all.”

Alexier: (groaning, still half-asleep) “Just five more minutes, Mother Earth…”

Kenji: (suddenly sitting up, wild-eyed) “WHO TOOK A VIDEO OF ME LAST NIGHT?!”

Yashiro: (grinning, holding up his phone) “Oh, I did. And it’s already in the team chat.”

Kenji: (horrified gasp) “DELETE IT RIGHT NOW, YOU LITTLE—”

Seiran: (sipping his coffee, completely ignoring the chaos) “You were off-key, by the way.”

Kenji: (clutching his chest, fake crying) “How dare you.”

Raven: (pinching the bridge of her nose) “You idiots have another mission tonight. Try not to embarrass yourselves this time.”

Alexier: (still under the coffee table) “…We are so screwed.”

Day Two: The Great Beach Games (a.k.a. Competitive Nonsense)

After recovering from their massive hangover (barely), the team decided to make the most of their vacation. Of course, with assassins involved, even a simple beach day turned into a full-on battlefield.

Event #1: Sandcastle Showdown

Kenji: (grinning, hands on hips) “Alright, we’re doing a sandcastle competition. Loser buys dinner.”

Yashiro: “Pfft, easy.” (already rolling up his sleeves like it’s serious business)

Alexier: “Wait, how do you even judge a sandcastle?”

Seiran: (dryly) “Whoever’s still standing after Kenji’s dumb sabotage attempts.”

Kenji: (gasps in fake offense) “I would never—” (proceeds to casually kick over Yashiro’s castle)

Yashiro: “YOU LITTLE—”

Cue an all-out sand war. By the end of it, there were no sandcastles left—just four assassins buried under the sand while Seiran casually sipped his iced coffee, the only one untouched.

Seiran: “I win.”

Kenji: (muffled from under the sand) “This is rigged.”

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Event #2: Beach Volleyball Deathmatch

Some random tourists challenged them to a game of volleyball. Big mistake.

Kenji kept spiking the ball like he was trying to assassinate someone.

Alexier, being tall and athletic, was actually a beast at blocking.

Yashiro, despite pretending to be lazy, was weirdly good at diving for saves.

Seiran… stood there. The whole game. Didn’t move once. Yet somehow, they still won.

Random Tourist: (panting, exhausted) “Who are you guys?”

Kenji: (smirking, holding up a peace sign) “Just some friendly florists on vacation.”

Event #3: Jet Ski Racing (a.k.a. Kenji Almost Drowns Alexier)