Chapter 59: The New Danger!

The early morning

mist still lingered in the air as Syvian and Senjuro strolled

through the quiet pathways of the Ninja Shrine District. The world

was peaceful, only the distant rustling of leaves and the occasional chirping

of birds breaking the silence.

As they walked, Senjuro glanced

at Syvian, a curious look in his eyes. "Syvian, why did you only

call me for this walk?"

Syvian smirked. "Because

those fools won't wake up, and Kairen will join us soon anyway."

Senjuro raised a

brow. "By the way, I heard one of the guards at your mansion

talking about Kairen. They called him the 'Stormborn King.' What exactly is

that about?"

Syvian chuckled. "That's

his title. He earned it by facing every mission fearlessly, and he's never lost

a single battle. The name 'Stormborn King' represents his unshakable will and

relentless strength."

As they continued walking,

they were suddenly taken aback by a familiar figure standing in front

of them—Kairen himself.

Senjuro folded his

arms. "You got here before us, huh?"

Kairen smirked, his golden

eyes flashing with confidence. "The King never loses—whether it's

a small race or a life-ending battle."

Syvian rolled his

eyes. "Okay, okay, Mr. King."

The three of them

continued their walk through the park, the crisp morning air

invigorating them. However, an unsettling presence loomed nearby.

Syvian felt it

first—the faint trace of movement behind them, the sensation of someone

watching. His instincts sharpened, and in an instant, his hand flew to

his kunai, swiftly pressing the blade against the neck of the

approaching figure.

A voice laughed

softly. "Chill, bro!"

Syvian's eyes widened in

shock as he stepped back. "Sylvia?! What are you doing here?"

Senjuro, still on guard,

looked between them. "Who exactly is this girl?"

With an exasperated sigh,

Syvian gestured toward her. "This is Sylvia Kurogiri, my

cousin—and the most annoying member of my family, if you ask me."

Sylvia smirked, flipping

her long black hair over her shoulder. "Oh

please, Syvian, don't be so dramatic."

Before Syvian could

retort, Sylvia turned her attention to Senjuro. "You're Senjuro

Kaine, right? I've heard a lot of great things about you and Kyrin! In fact,

I'm your biggest fan!"

Senjuro, taken aback,

nodded politely. "It's my pleasure, Sylvia."

Syvian gaped at

them. "Wait a minute! You push me into a chair just to fangirl

over my friend?"

Sylvia gave him a teasing

grin. "Oh Syvian, you just can't keep your mouth shut for even a

few seconds, can you?"

With a sigh, Syvian let it

go, knowing he wouldn't win against her. The group continued their walk toward

the district entrance, ready to return to the mansion—unaware that

the morning's unexpected meeting was only the beginning of what lay ahead.

As they neared the entrance

of the Ninja Shrine District, Kairen turned to the

others. "Me and Senjuro will go get my car. You both wait

here."

With that, Kairen and

Senjuro walked off toward the parking area, leaving Syvian and Sylvia standing

near the grand torii gate of the district.

The morning air was still

cool, and Syvian leaned against a stone pillar, his arms crossed. "So,

Sylvia, what exactly are you doing here? Just following me around?"

Sylvia smirked. "Oh

please, you think I have nothing better to do. I just happened to be in the

area."

Syvian rolled his

eyes. "Sure, you did."

Before Sylvia could fire

back a response, a shadowy figure stepped into the district,

walking towards them with an unsettling air of confidence. Syvian immediately

sensed something was off—his instincts screamed danger, but before

he could react, the man lunged forward.

With lightning

speed, the stranger drove his foot into Syvian's stomach,

sending him crashing into the stone pavement. A sharp jolt of pain coursed

through his body as he gasped for air.

Before Sylvia could

scream, the man grabbed her by the wrist and forcefully shoved

her into a waiting Urban Runner—a high-speed tactical vehicle

designed for quick getaways. The doors slammed shut, and in an

instant, the vehicle sped away, its engines roaring as it vanished down the

neon-lit streets of Neo-Shinkoku.

Syvian clutched

his stomach, groaning in pain as he struggled to push himself up.

A few moments later, Kairen

and Senjuro returned, only to find Syvian collapsed on the ground.

Senjuro rushed over. "Syvian!

What happened?"

Syvian coughed, barely

managing to speak. "A man… he came out of nowhere. Kicked me in

the stomach… grabbed Sylvia and took off in an Urban Runner… I tried to move,

but…" He clenched his fists. "Damn it… I was too

slow."

Kairen's golden

eyes darkened with anger. "Senjuro, get Syvian in my car.

I'm going after them."

Senjuro nodded and helped

Syvian to his feet, supporting his weight as they moved toward the sleek black

vehicle parked nearby.

As they did, Kairen closed

his eyes for a split second, then whispered, "Stormborn

Instinct."

In the blink of an eye,

his body surged with raw energy, and before Senjuro could even

react, Kairen vanished in a blur of speed, dashing down the street

at an almost inhuman velocity, his sharp senses locked onto

Sylvia's trail.

Senjuro tightened his grip

on Syvian. "Come on, we need to follow him!"

With that, he gunned

the engine, and the pursuit began.

Kairen moved like a phantom

in the wind, weaving effortlessly through the congested streets of Neo-Shinkoku.

His Stormborn Instinct allowed him to tap into his primal

lightning energy, enhancing his speed and reflexes to a superhuman level.

His eyes glowed faintly as he tracked the Urban Runner, following

the faint energy trail Sylvia's presence left behind.

Up ahead, the Urban

Runner tore through the city streets, its blackened windows

concealing the captors inside. Sylvia struggled in the backseat; her

hands tied behind her back.

The driver, a masked man

with cold gray eyes, glanced at the rearview mirror. "We

have a problem."

The man sitting beside

him, a tall figure clads in a dark assassin's garb, turned his head

slightly. "What is it?"

The driver gritted his

teeth. "We're being followed. Someone's fast. Faster than anything

I've ever seen."

The second man

smirked. "Then let's give him a real challenge."

With a sharp flick

of his wrist, he pressed a button on the dashboard, activating

a defensive countermeasure.

Suddenly, from the back of

the Urban Runner, a set of drones deployed, each one

armed with plasma turrets.

Kairen, still sprinting at

inhuman speed, saw them appear. His eyes narrowed. "So, they're

gonna make this difficult, huh?"

The drones locked

onto him, their targeting systems beeping as they fired bursts of blue

plasma.

Kairen twisted

mid-air, dodging the attacks with precise agility. As he flipped over one

blast, he drew a kunai, charged it with lightning energy,

and hurled it at the nearest drone. The weapon pierced through the

machine, sending it exploding in mid-air.

Meanwhile, Senjuro

and Syvian were not far behind in Kairen's car.

Senjuro gripped the wheel

tightly. "This is insane! Kairen is literally outrunning

cars!"

Syvian, still recovering,

smirked weakly. "That's the Stormborn King for you."

They watched as Kairen

continued his pursuit, taking down one drone after another, closing

the distance between him and the speeding Urban Runner.

Up ahead, the driver saw

Kairen gaining. "He's still coming!"

The assassin next to him

sighed. "Guess I'll have to deal with him myself."

In one swift motion,

he opened the car door and leaped out—onto a nearby rooftop.

Kairen's sharp eyes locked

onto him. "So, you're the one behind this?"

The assassin smirked,

drawing a serrated dagger from his belt. "If you

want the girl back, come and get her."

Kairen skidded to a halt,

his electric aura crackling around him. "Fine. Let's

finish this."

And with that, the real

battle began.