Standing at the peak of the Great Pyramid of Khufu, El Sharkawy clenched his fists. His body ached, his energy was drained, but his determination burned hotter than ever.
Above him, the sky split open—a swirling blue vortex crackled with energy, pulling at the very fabric of reality.
"This is it."
WHOOSH!
He leaped forward, vanishing into the portal.
Time and space twisted around him. He fell through an endless void of flashing lights and shifting energy. No ground. No sky. Just pure motion.
Then—
CRASH!
El Sharkawy slammed into solid pavement. Right in front of Sakamoto’s convenience store.
From inside, two figures rushed out—Shin and Lu.
"Did… a guy just fall from the sky?" Shin asked, squinting at the dust cloud.
Lu nudged him. "Forget that—he’s BLEEDING!"
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The two dragged him inside before anyone could notice.
---
Inside the shop, El Sharkawy groaned, slowly sitting up. His wounds were bandaged. Across from him, a man sat calmly, eating a bag of chips.
Sakamoto.
"You drop in like a meteor, and you’re still breathing?" Sakamoto smirked. "You got some fight in you, kid."
El Sharkawy locked eyes with him. "Teach me."
Cue the hardest assassination training montage EVER.
? Shadow movement—silent steps, unseen kills.
? Weapon improvisation—turning anything into a deadly tool.
? Mind-reading—predicting an opponent’s move before they make it.
Every skill, every lesson—El Sharkawy absorbed EVERYTHING.
But his real mission? The two books.
One was in Sakamoto’s possession.
The other belonged to Slur, the leader of a deadly assassin syndicate.
And both would soon belong to him.
---
The night of reckoning arrived.
Under the neon-lit skyline of the city, El Sharkawy vs. Slur erupted in a brutal, high-speed battle.
Silent slashes. Impossible dodges. Mind games.
Slur was skilled. Dangerous. But El Sharkawy was something far worse—a man on a mission.
With a final movement—a knife to the throat.
Slur staggered. Choked. Fell.
His book pulsed. A surge of energy flowed into El Sharkawy’s body.
One book down.
Then—SAKAMOTO ATTACKED.
The older assassin’s eyes burned with fury.
"You broke the family’s rules. You KILLED for power."
El Sharkawy smirked, standing firm. "That’s the only way to reclaim what’s mine."
THE TRUE BATTLE BEGAN.
---
Sakamoto was FASTER. Sakamoto was STRONGER. Sakamoto NEVER LOST.
El Sharkawy was forced on the defensive, barely keeping up. Every strike, every movement— Sakamoto was a beast.
He needed an edge.
Then—he saw it.
Sakamoto’s weakness—HIS GLASSES.
A single calculated movement.
SNATCH.
Sakamoto froze.
BLIND. A single moment of hesitation.
SLASH!
A final fatal strike.
Sakamoto staggered. Blood dripped. He fell.
El Sharkawy stepped forward, placing his hand on the book. Power surged into him.
Both books were now his.
---
The world trembled.
A new portal ripped open in front of him, pulsating with energy.
El Sharkawy turned, glancing back at the fallen assassins.
A smirk formed on his lips.
"Shame… they remind me of a dope anime on Netflix."
FADE TO BLACK.
