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The Calm Before the Storm – Mission Begins

Luxury, Lies, and a Little Bit of Chaos

The cruise ship was a floating kingdom of corruption—an extravagant world reserved for the elite criminals who ran the underground economy. Everything was bathed in golden light: velvet-draped ballrooms, high-stakes poker tables, and rooftop pools with crystal-clear water.

And in the middle of this den of sin, four assassins were playing pretend.

Raven – The Elegant VIP

Dressed in a deep crimson silk gown, Raven exuded powerful elegance, easily blending in with the wealthy criminals. Her ruby earrings sparkled as she gracefully sipped champagne, listening carefully to conversations around her.

A man next to her, an aging Russian oil tycoon, leaned in.

“My dear, I don’t believe we’ve met before,” he purred.

Raven smiled slightly, playing along. “That’s because I prefer to be unseen.”

The man chuckled, clearly intrigued. He had no idea he was speaking to a woman who could slit his throat before he blinked.

Seiran – The Silent Shadow

Meanwhile, in the private lounge, Seiran was standing like a marble statue, watching over Dante Masseri, their target.

Dante swirled his whiskey, glancing at him.

“You’re different from my usual guards,” he said smoothly.

Seiran barely reacted. “I only speak when necessary.”

Dante smirked. “Good. I hate useless chatter.”

Seiran remained silent, but internally, he was already memorizing the exits, security placements, and weak points.

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Kenji & Alexier – The Sailor Squad

On the lower decks, Kenji and Alexier were in their sailor disguises, pretending to be part of the ship crew.

Kenji adjusted his hat, looking around. “I swear, if I have to carry one more stupid luxury suitcase, I’m throwing someone overboard.”

Alexier snorted. “Be grateful. At least you’re not getting hit on by drunk rich women.”

Kenji smirked. “Oh? Do tell.”

Alexier scowled. “Some old lady pinched my cheek and said I looked like her ‘sweet summer romance from 1985.’”

Kenji burst out laughing. “Pfft—damn, I wish I saw that. Where’s Yashiro? He’d be dying right now.”

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Yashiro’s Bad Encounter

Meanwhile, Yashiro was stuck in an unfortunate situation—cornered by a very drunk, very talkative guest.

The man hiccupped, throwing an arm around Yashiro. “Youuuu... you look like... like a secret agent, huh? HAH! You can’t fool me!”

Yashiro, unbothered, took a slow sip of his drink. “And you look like a man with a liver failure.”

Kenji, walking past, almost spit out his drink.

The Calm Before the Chaos – Assassins in Disguise

The private cruise ship was a paradise on water, but beneath the golden chandeliers, flowing champagne, and silk-draped tables, this was a nest of criminal aristocracy—where fortunes were gambled, alliances were made, and enemies were eliminated with a single gesture.

Tonight’s event was special. A gathering of high-profile crime lords, brought together by their host, Dante Masseri, one of the most untouchable men in the underworld.

For now.

Because tonight, Dante was the target.

Operation: High Seas Execution

Raven – The Queen of Deception

Dressed in a floor-length, backless crimson gown, Raven moved through the grand ballroom like a deadly waltz in motion. Every flick of her wrist, every arch of her brow—it was all calculated.

A waiter passed her, offering a tray of expensive wine. She took a glass, swirling it delicately as she surveyed the room. Every key figure of the underground world was present—drug lords, arms dealers, corrupt politicians—men who built empires on blood and lies.

Across the room, her target approached: Dante Masseri.

He was tall, sharp-featured, dressed in a dark suit that screamed wealth and arrogance. His lips curled into a knowing smirk as he eyed Raven.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Miss…?”

Raven smiled, her voice a silken blade. “A lady never gives her name so easily, Mr. Masseri.”

Dante chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Mysterious. I like that.”

She held his gaze, her expression unreadable. In the corner of her eye, she saw Seiran standing silently behind Dante, ever the watchful shadow.

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Seiran – The Silent Observer

While Raven played the social game, Seiran played the invisible one.

Dressed in a tailored black suit, blending seamlessly with Dante’s hired security, he stood just behind their target, silent but ever-present.

His cold, steel-gray eyes scanned the ballroom, noting every exit, security checkpoint, and hidden weapon. He had already identified five guards carrying firearms, three potential enemy assassins, and two concealed snipers positioned on the upper balcony.

Dante leaned slightly toward him. “Seiran, right? My newest addition.”

Seiran merely nodded. “I am here to ensure your safety.”

Dante smirked. “Good. Because I have a feeling tonight will be… eventful.”

Seiran’s expression didn’t change. It was a feeling they both shared.

Kenji & Alexier – The Comedy Duo in Disguise

Meanwhile, down in the service decks, Kenji and Alexier were disguised as navy sailors, pretending to be part of the ship’s crew.

Kenji adjusted his uniform, clearly annoyed. “Of all the disguises, why do we always get stuck doing manual labor?”

Alexier, carrying a crate of expensive liquor, smirked. “Maybe because you have the muscles but not the class to pull off a tuxedo.”

Kenji scoffed. “Excuse you, I could totally be a suave rich man. I’d be drowning in admirers.”

Alexier snorted. “Drowning in debt, maybe.”

As they continued to carry supplies toward the upper decks, Kenji elbowed Alexier, gesturing toward a group of high-profile guests near the pool area.

Kenji smirked. “Look at all these idiots throwing money around. They don’t even know we’re here to kill their host.”

Alexier raised an eyebrow. “And yet, I bet you’re already thinking about picking someone’s pocket, aren’t you?”

Kenji grinned. “You wound me, Alexier. I am a professional.”

Alexier deadpanned. “A professional scam artist.”

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Yashiro’s Unfortunate Encounter

Upstairs, Yashiro had just escaped a run-in with a particularly annoying guest.

A drunk, overly friendly woman in an expensive gown had cornered him at the bar.

“Oh my! You look so strong and serious!” she cooed, running a finger along his sleeve.

Yashiro, utterly unimpressed, took a slow sip of his drink. “I am.”

The woman giggled. “Are you single? You have that brooding, mysterious assassin look.”

Kenji, overhearing this from a few feet away, choked on his drink. Alexier almost doubled over laughing.

Yashiro, unbothered, set down his glass and said in the flattest tone imaginable: “I do not date humans.”

The woman blinked. “…What?”

Kenji was wheezing at this point. Alexier had to turn away to hide his laughter.

Yashiro stood, adjusted his tie, and walked off.

Kenji wiped a tear from his eye. “Holy shit, did he just say ‘humans’?”

Alexier smirked. “Congratulations. You just watched Yashiro reject someone in the most inhuman way possible.”

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And Then, The Shift

For a while, everything was going smoothly.

Raven kept Dante entertained.

Seiran analyzed the room.

Kenji and Alexier moved undetected.

Yashiro was… being Yashiro.

But then—

The ship’s intercom crackled to life.

A low, menacing voice echoed through the speakers.

The grand ballroom of the luxurious cruise ship was alive with the rhythm of waltzing guests, the sparkle of crystal chandeliers, and the refined laughter of the elite. However, beneath this elegant facade, danger lurked in the shadows. The moment Dante gave the subtle nod to his assassins, the real entertainment of the evening was about to begin.

Kenji, ever the provocateur, twirled his dance partner—a stunning woman with lethal grace and the aura of a black widow. The seductive smile on her lips was a perfect mask for the dagger she subtly unsheathed from her garter.

"Darling," she cooed, pressing closer, "you don't mind if I lead, do you?"

Kenji smirked, feeling the cold steel teasing his ribs. "Oh, I love a woman who takes charge," he teased, before expertly twisting her wrist and redirecting the blade away from his body. With a swift maneuver, he spun her around, using the momentum to send her crashing into a passing waiter. The tray of champagne flutes shattered on impact, drawing a few startled gasps from oblivious guests.

Meanwhile, Alexier had his own predicament. His dazzling kaleidoscope dress, which had already been a spectacle of its own, was proving to be a hindrance. As he dodged the sunglasses-wearing assassin’s devastating roundhouse kick, he felt the fabric of his dress tugging at his movements.

"Oh, for the love of—" With a frustrated sigh, Alexier grabbed a handful of fabric and ripped off the lower half of his dress, transforming it into a dramatic, high-slit ensemble. The crowd gasped at the unintentional fashion statement, mistaking it for part of the show.

"Damn," Kenji whistled, catching a glimpse. "You really know how to keep the audience entertained."

"Shut up and fight," Alexier shot back, leaping into action. He dodged another kick from the sunglasses assassin, this time countering with a fluid spinning kick of his own. The impact sent the man skidding back into the dessert table, collapsing it under him.

Yashiro, on the other hand, had his own share of trouble. He had been dealing with a particularly persistent drunk guest who mistook him for an actual butler. "Sir, if you could kindly—" he started, only to be rudely interrupted by a glass of wine being shoved into his hands.

"Another round, lad! And maybe loosen up a bit!"

Yashiro’s eye twitched. "I swear, I will kill someone tonight—"

His irritation was short-lived as the insane doctor-like assassin lunged at him with scalpels in hand. Yashiro barely had time to push the drunk guest out of the way before sidestepping the attack. "Oh great, a psychotic surgeon. Just what this party needed."

Meanwhile, Raven, who had been lounging elegantly among the VIPs, took a slow sip of her wine, watching the chaos unfold. A subtle smirk graced her lips. "About time things got interesting."

The final assassin, a massive, muscle-bound brute, cracked his knuckles and charged straight for Alexier. Without missing a beat, Alexier dropped to the floor, slid between the man’s legs, and, using his now-freed legs, executed a series of precise, acrobatic strikes, using the ship’s ornate pillars as leverage. The brute swung at him wildly, but Alexier was too fast, too fluid, weaving around him like a specter of the dance floor.

Kenji, meanwhile, was having too much fun. "Hey, Alex! Think we can wrap this up before dessert is served?"

Alexier dodged another attack and huffed. "I swear, if I get cake on this outfit, you're buying me a new one."

The ballroom had transformed into a battleground of chaos and elegance, where every move was as deadly as it was graceful. With the fight escalating, it was only a matter of time before the masquerade was fully shattered. But for now, the assassins were in for a show they’d never forget.

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As the chaos erupts, Alexier doesn’t hesitate—he grabs the side of his dress and rips off a long portion of the flowing fabric, tossing it aside with an annoyed huff.

Alexier: “Ugh, I swear, I’m never wearing a dress for a mission again.”

Kenji, dodging a high kick from ‘Sanji Wannabe,’ smirks.

Kenji: “Oh? But you move so gracefully, sweetheart.”

Alexier shoots him a glare before flipping backward, barely avoiding a knife strike from the deadly dance partner. She moves with precision, her stilettos clicking on the floor like a countdown to death.

Meanwhile, Yashiro blocks the "Insane Doctor"’s attempt to stab him with a syringe filled with an unknown substance. Yashiro grimaces.

Yashiro: "Tch, I don’t do drugs, Doc. Try someone else.”

With a swift move, Yashiro grabs a nearby serving tray and smashes it against the doctor’s face, sending him stumbling.

On the other side of the room, Raven, still playing her role as an elite guest, takes a sip of wine and watches the fight unfold. She sighs, placing the glass down.

Raven: “I swear, can they ever do a mission without turning it into a damn circus?”

Just then, the Bara Assassin—a towering wall of muscle—grabs an entire banquet table and lifts it over his head, ready to throw it at Alexier and Kenji.

Kenji whistles. “Oh, we got a strong one.”

Alexier doesn’t waste a second. He dashes forward and launches off Kenji’s back, performing an aerial twist mid-air, landing a solid kick against the muscle-bound assassin’s head. It barely staggers him.

Alexier: “Oh, come on! That should’ve at least made him dizzy!”

The assassin grunts, cracking his knuckles.

Bara Assassin: “That was cute. My turn.”

The fight intensifies, with each assassin showing their deadly skills, but Alexier, Kenji, and Yashiro counter every move with equal parts efficiency and flair.

Just when things seem like they might spiral out of control, Raven finally sighs, takes off her expensive earrings, and steps forward.

Raven: “Alright, let’s wrap this up before I get bored.”

She flicks a concealed blade from her ring, the air suddenly shifting as she enters the fight.

The Ballroom Brawl Continues: Elegance Meets Absolute Mayhem

Raven gracefully steps into the chaos, her presence alone sending a chill through the room. The assassins hesitate for a moment—she carries herself like royalty, but her eyes are razor-sharp.

Kenji grins, stepping back as if to admire her.

Kenji: "Finally, the queen descends. Took you long enough.”

Raven: "Unlike you idiots, I was enjoying my wine.”

She barely moves as the Sanji Wannabe tries to land a spinning kick—she simply tilts her head, making him miss entirely. He tries again, faster this time, but she catches his ankle mid-air, holding him there effortlessly.

Sanji Wannabe: “What the—?”

Without breaking a sweat, Raven swings him like a ragdoll into the Insane Doctor, sending them both crashing into a dessert table. Plates and cakes go flying everywhere.

Kenji whistles. "Oof, that’s gotta hurt.”

Meanwhile, Alexier is still dealing with the Deadly Dance Partner, who now has two blades in her hands, striking with deadly precision. Despite the fight, Alexier still has his ripped dress swaying as he flips and dodges.

Alexier: “Ugh, I feel like a glittery piñata!”

Kenji, while dodging an attack from the Bara Assassin, glances at him.

Kenji: "A very flexible, high-kicking piñata.”

Alexier glares.

Suddenly, the Bara Assassin charges at Kenji like a human bulldozer. Kenji barely sidesteps in time, making the giant smash into a column, causing a chandelier to sway dangerously above.

At the same time, Yashiro blocks another syringe attack from the Insane Doctor. This time, Yashiro uses his natural deadpan sarcasm.

Yashiro: "Seriously, do you inject people for fun? Or are you just overcompensating for bad bedside manners?”

The doctor growls and lunges again. Yashiro expertly redirects his attack, making the doctor accidentally stab himself in the thigh.

Insane Doctor: “SHIT—!”

Yashiro smirks. "Oops. Hope that wasn’t lethal.”

Over by the dance floor, Alexier finally lands a solid counter, kicking the Deadly Dance Partner backward. She stumbles, her perfect hair now messy. She wipes blood from her lips, staring at Alexier with a smirk.

Deadly Dance Partner: “You’re quite the performer.”

Alexier: “Yeah? I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Without warning, he yanks one of the large curtains from the ballroom window and swings it over her, wrapping her up like a burrito before delivering a final, powerful roundhouse kick to her head. She collapses, completely knocked out.

Kenji claps. "Bravo, bravo! Beautiful performance, my dear.”

Alexier: “Shut up, Kenji.”

Raven, now standing over the groaning Sanji Wannabe, sighs dramatically.

Raven: “I assume we’re done here?”

Just then, the Bara Assassin roars and rips off his shirt, revealing a ridiculously ripped body. He grabs the chandelier above and yanks it down, swinging it toward the group.

Kenji, without missing a beat, picks up Alexier bridal-style and jumps out of the way.

Alexier: "WHAT THE HELL, PUT ME DOWN—”

Kenji: "What? Saving my darling piñata."

The chandelier crashes down, and the ballroom is now a full-blown disaster zone—food everywhere, broken glass, and unconscious assassins littering the floor.

Finally, Dante, their actual target, slowly stands up, his face pale.

Dante: “You… you lunatics just wrecked my entire ship!”

Kenji sets Alexier down gently before cracking his knuckles.

Kenji: “Oh, don’t worry. We’re not done yet.”

Yor Parody vs. Alexier: The Ultimate Glittery Chaos

As the smoke clears from the wreckage of the ballroom, a single figure remains standing. The Deadly Dance Partner—now completely disheveled, her dress torn at the edges—cracks her neck and smirks.

Deadly Dance Partner (Yor Parody): “I have to admit… you’re better than I expected.”

Alexier groans, still adjusting his half-ripped glittery dress.

Alexier: "And I have to admit, you’re really persistent.”

The woman suddenly crouches into a deadly stance, her muscles tense, her expression sharpening into pure focus.

Kenji, watching from the side, nudges Yashiro.

Kenji: “I think we just unlocked the boss fight.”

Yashiro: “Good. Means we’re almost done.”

Without warning, the Deadly Dance Partner dashes toward Alexier with insane speed, her hands moving like knives. Alexier barely dodges, backflipping in his ruined dress.

She strikes again—a powerful kick aimed at his head. Alexier blocks it with his forearm but gets sent skidding back across the ballroom floor.

Alexier: “Damn—why is every deadly woman I meet a gym addict?!”

She lunges again, her fists aiming for his ribs. Alexier ducks and retaliates with a spinning kick, but she cartwheels over it effortlessly, landing with inhuman grace.

The fight turns into a full-on dance battle of destruction—every punch, kick, and counter flowing like choreography. Alexier, despite being exhausted, manages to keep up.

Kenji, meanwhile, leans on a broken table and sips a random cocktail he stole from a knocked-out guest.

Kenji: “You know, if this was an actual ballroom competition, I’d vote for Alexier.”

Yashiro watches as Alexier narrowly dodges a flying knee strike that crashes into a marble column, leaving a dent.

Yashiro: “...He’s losing.”

Raven sighs dramatically while fixing her nails.

Raven: “Obviously. Look at him. His dress is ruined.”

Alexier, hearing that, snaps.

Alexier: "I DIDN’T EVEN WANT TO WEAR THIS DAMN DRESS!!”

Fueled by sheer frustration, Alexier rips the rest of the dress away, revealing the tactical suit underneath. Now able to move freely, he smirks at his opponent.

Alexier: “Alright, Barbie. Let’s finish this.”

She smirks back, sensing the challenge.

The battle escalates to insanity—Alexier using acrobatics to dodge, she using raw strength to overpower him. At one point, they both flip at the same time and accidentally kick each other in the face mid-air, causing them to crash onto the ballroom floor.

Kenji bursts out laughing.

Kenji: "Double KO! That’s gotta be embarrassing.”

The woman, groaning, tries to get up—but Alexier is faster. He grabs a serving tray and slams it over her head. She collapses instantly.

Kenji whistles.

Kenji: “Ouch. That’s gonna leave a mark.”

Alexier stands up, panting, brushing glitter off his arms.

Alexier: “I swear… I am never wearing glitter again.”

Kenji: “Oh, sweetheart, we both know that’s a lie.”

Before Alexier can throw the tray at Kenji, Raven steps forward, cracking her knuckles.

Raven: “Now… shall we deal with Dante?”

Dante, who has been trying to slowly crawl away, freezes.

As the fight continues, Alexier, barely catching his breath, swings back into action. His hair—his signature pride—shifts in the air, gleaming with a slight hint of elegance, even as he’s in the middle of a chaotic battle. The Deadly Dance Partner takes advantage of the moment, lunging forward with her blade.

The sharp edge slices across his hair, a few strands falling to the floor. Time seems to slow for a moment.

Alexier (shocked): “No…!”

His fingers instinctively reach up to touch the now-missing locks of his hair, a look of horror crossing his face.

Kenji, standing nearby with an unamused smirk, looks on as the woman assassin grins, her blade still gleaming in her hand.

Kenji (mocking): “Say goodbye to the shampoo treatment, my friend.”

Alexier turns his head sharply towards Kenji, eyes wide.

Alexier: “Kenji! This isn’t the time for jokes!”

Kenji casually raises an eyebrow, twirling a cocktail straw between his fingers.

Kenji: “Oh, trust me, it’s always the time for jokes, especially when you’re about to lose your crown jewel.”

Raven: “Oh, quit it. He’ll get over it.”

Meanwhile, the woman assassin, enjoying her little victory, steps closer to Alexier, preparing to strike again. But Alexier, now fueled by pure frustration and the emotional weight of his hair being compromised, launches himself at her—this time without mercy.

With a sudden burst of speed, he grabs her wrist, twisting it behind her back and using her momentum to slam her into the floor, knocking the blade out of her hand.

Alexier (gritting his teeth): “You’re gonna pay for my hair, you psychopath!”

Kenji watches the entire thing with an exaggerated yawn, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kenji: “Really? That’s what motivates you? After everything we’ve been through, you’re gonna fight for your hair?”

Alexier: “It’s not just hair! It’s my image, Kenji!”

Kenji (chuckling): “I’m sure the guys back at the office will love hearing you whine about it.”

The woman assassin, stunned, tries to break free, but Alexier now has the upper hand, his hands gripping her arms tightly. He delivers one last swift kick to her stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

As she collapses, Kenji steps forward, looking bored, as always.

Kenji: “Well, that’s one more problem solved. Can we move on to the real challenge now?”

Alexier, his breath still shallow, stands over the fallen assassin, his hair now tousled but his determination unwavering.

Alexier: “Yeah, I need to fix this before we go after Dante.”

Kenji (grinning): “I’m just saying, there’s always next time for the hair treatment. You’ve got a long way to go before you're back to shampooing, though.”

Raven (dryly): “He’s got a point. We’ll deal with Dante in a minute, after you finish freaking out about your hair.”

Yashiro: “Guys, focus. We’ve got a ship full of dangerous people and Dante’s about to make his move.”

Alexier: “Fine, fine. But one of you is buying me a hairdresser after this, or I’m not doing any more missions.”

Kenji smirks.

Kenji: “How about a whole salon?”

With that, the team regroups, ready for the next phase of the mission, Alexier now sporting an irritable expression but still sharp enough to finish what they started. The chaos of the ballroom is far from over, but for now, it’s all about dealing with Dante and his crew.

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