Dan stood high in the dark sky, steady above the distant city beneath him. He looked down. Faint, scattered lights, small buildings, narrow streets—the city of the warlord Takin. He released his Sensory Network technique to cover the entire city. He focused deeply on understanding its detailed structure: where the main palace was, where the soldiers' barracks were, where the guards were, how many there were, and how they were distributed. All of this before he actually intruded to end the forces of this warlord called Takin in a final, precise, and swift move.
After a few minutes of monitoring and deep analysis, Dan absorbed all the details of the important forces—their distribution, numbers, and key locations. He was ready. He descended with immense speed from the air, piercing the darkness like an invisible blue arrow. He landed directly in the middle of the great palace at the city center, in its inner courtyard. His feet touched the ground in absolute silence.
The nearby guards—four men standing in the courtyard—noticed something descending suddenly. A dark shadow. Their hands moved quickly toward their weapons. But before they could fully react, before they could scream or raise an alarm... chakra threads sharp as blades shot out in every direction. Thousands of threads. Thin, fast, lethal. They sliced the four guards into thousands of small pieces in less than a single second. They did not scream. They felt nothing. They were simply... finished. Their bodies disintegrated, falling like a rain of flesh and blood upon the ground.
But Dan did not stop. He released his glowing blue threads into every corner of the great palace—through walls, through doors, through floors. The threads spread like a lethal spiderweb, reaching every room, every corner, every corridor. They eliminated everyone within—guards, servants, soldiers, and even the warlord Takin himself. All were cut into thousands of small pieces in mere moments.
It was a cruel massacre in every sense of the word—complete destruction, total killing, swift eradication. Dan did not spare a single one of the guards or soldiers present in the palace. Even the warlord Takin himself—the primary target—was cut into thousands of fine pieces while sleeping in his bed; he did not even wake up, dying instantly without pain. Most of those in the great palace died while asleep in their beds. They did not know what happened. They felt nothing. Instant death. Painless.
Then Dan wandered slowly through the now-silent palace, walking between the dark corridors. He saw what he had done. Blood everywhere. Scattered small pieces. Vast red pools. He would not lie to himself and say he was not affected at all. The matter affected him greatly. A heavy feeling in his chest. A slight nausea in his stomach. Killing dozens of people in minutes. Without mercy, without hesitation.
But he saw, and his logical mind strongly convinced him, that this was entirely necessary. He did not want to leave any potential gaps for the birth of a future avenger—someone who sees what happened, survives by a miracle, and decides to take revenge on the mysterious killer. Or a naive hero who wants to achieve justice, searching for the truth and discovering the perpetrator. No. There was no room for this. Therefore, it is better and safer to end the entire matter at once, in a complete and comprehensive manner. Dan ensured as much as he could that the killing was not painful, as the speed of the threads was such that death occurred instantly, without suffering. A small mercy. But it was something.
Also, this massacre had another secondary but important goal: he wanted to leave a clear and explicit warning for Ayato as a silent but powerful message. So that Ayato would understand well the immense level of power he was dealing with, so that no funny or stupid ideas like rebellion or betrayal would occur to his mind in the future. This is what happens to enemies. Quickly. Efficiently. Without a trace. A clear lesson.
After a moment of silent walking, Dan stopped briefly before a simple wooden bed. One of the warlord's followers—likely an ordinary soldier or a servant—had been sleeping there. Now, all that remained were small pieces scattered on the destroyed bed, and a vast pool of dark red blood seeping into the wooden floor. Dan watched what he had caused in silence. He spoke in a quiet voice, almost a whisper:
"I am truly sorry. I hope at least that you left this world without pain." Simple words. Sincere, perhaps. Then after a moment of silence, he said to himself with bitter irony: "I am truly a hypocrite..." Apologizing to someone he killed with his own hand. Wishing them peace after he ended their life. A hypocrite. Yes.
But despite all this, Dan did not feel true regret for what he had done. His logical and cautious mind strongly justified all his decisions, even the evil ones, even the cruel ones—as long as they were in his direct interest and the interest of his family. This was the principle. Survival. Protection. Control. Conscience? A secondary thing. Annoying at times. But it can be silenced by logic.
Dan vanished from his spot suddenly. He appeared again in another place—one of the large military barracks outside the city. Dozens of soldiers were sleeping in it. He did exactly as he had done before. He released the threads with immense speed; they spread everywhere, cutting every living thing. The matter ended in complete silence in less than a minute. No screaming. No fighting. Only instant and total death.
In that long, dark night, Dan moved with supernatural speed between all the bases and barracks of the warlord Takin's forces scattered throughout his vast region. One after another. A northern base. An eastern barrack. A southern fort. He visited them all. He destroyed them all. Everyone in them was killed. He got rid of them all with quiet, precision, and terrifying speed. Thousands of soldiers. Almost the entire army of Takin. They all died in one night, at the hand of one person, without anyone knowing what happened.
Then he finally returned to Takin's capital once again after finishing all the work. He hovered above it quietly, looking down. He found that Ayato had already intruded with his full forces, with hundreds of soldiers entering through the open gates. He began to take full control of it with amazing ease and without any mentionable resistance. Completely natural. There was no military force to obstruct him—all the soldiers were dead, all the leaders were killed, and all potential resistance was eradicated. The city was empty of defenders. Seizing it was easier than occupying a small village. Ayato's soldiers marched in the streets without fighting. They raised their flags. They announced their control. Easy. Clean. Fast.
Dan took one last long look at the city beneath him—a city whose ruler changed in a single night, without its ordinary residents knowing what truly happened. They will wake up tomorrow to find new soldiers, new flags, and a new ruler. They will be told that the warlord Takin and his army were defeated in a swift night battle against Ayato. A simple lie. But sufficient. No one will know the truth.
Then he turned in the air and set off with immense speed toward the distant wilderness. Returning toward his private base, toward his family, the only place he considered home. The night had ended. The work was complete. Ayato's region had doubled. His control expanded. And the Walt family became stronger in the shadows—without anyone in the world knowing.
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