KAITO'S RAGE – THE RESCUE

The explosion sent a shockwave through the storage facility, blowing the steel doors off their hinges with a deafening roar. A cloud of smoke and debris filled the air, choking the space in a dense fog. Ash and Kaito stormed in, weapons drawn, moving with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Every step was heavy with intent, every breath sharp with focus.

Amidst the chaos, Kaede remained seated in the container, her back pressed against the cold steel walls. Her posture was calm, unnervingly composed, her eyes locked on her father and Ash as they entered. She had already known this moment was coming. She could feel it.

But Kaito was a different force entirely—beyond reason, beyond restraint.

UNLEASHING HELL

The kidnappers barely had time to react. The moment Kaito entered, the warehouse became a battlefield. A thug raised his weapon in a last-ditch effort to defend himself. But Kaito was upon him like a storm—quick, brutal, and merciless. In one fluid motion, he snapped the man's wrist, the sickening crack echoing in the air, before driving a brutal elbow into his temple. The man crumpled to the ground, his body a lifeless heap.

Another attacker lunged at Kaito with a knife, but Kaito was already anticipating his move. He twisted, grabbing the man's arm mid-swing, and in the same motion, he wrenched it with a sickening snap. The thug's scream was cut short as Kaito slammed his body into a nearby steel beam, the force of the impact shattering bones and knocking the air from his lungs.

"You think you can take what's mine?!" Kaito's voice erupted like thunder in the dimly lit warehouse, shaking the very walls. It wasn't just a shout—it was a declaration of war.

Gunmen scrambled to find cover, their hands trembling as they fired wildly, the deafening crack of gunshots filling the air. But Kaito moved with the relentless fury of a man who had lost everything. He was untouchable, unstoppable.

Ash was at his side, a shadow in motion, his every move deliberate and precise. As Kaito tore through the enemies with vicious efficiency, Ash moved like a ghost, fluid and surgical. His blade flashed in the smoke-filled air, cutting through men with lethal precision, one after another. No hesitation, no mercy. A gunman raised his rifle to Kaito's back, but Ash was already there. A clean shot, a single pull of the trigger, and the man dropped like a ragdoll, his skull split open with a spray of blood.

KAITO UNCHAINED

Kaede watched the carnage unfold before her, her heart hammering in her chest, but her eyes—her eyes were filled with something deeper. Pride. Strength. But also sorrow. She had seen her father fight before, but never like this. This wasn't just a mission. This wasn't just a job.

This was war.

The last few remaining men, their faces filled with terror, tried to scramble away. One of them, his hands shaking, dropped his weapon and fell to his knees. "P-please! We were just following orders!" he pleaded, his voice cracking with fear.

Kaito's rage, however, was unstoppable. He moved toward the man, his eyes locked onto him like a predator closing in on its prey. Without a word, Kaito grabbed the man by the throat, lifting him off the ground with a single hand, his fingers like iron clamps around the man's neck. The man gasped for air, clawing helplessly at Kaito's grip, but the harder he struggled, the tighter Kaito's hold became.

Ash stepped forward, his voice steady but firm. "Kaito. That's enough."

For a moment, Kaito didn't respond. His eyes were alight with the fire of fury, his jaw clenched, and the man in his grasp was struggling like a fish on dry land, desperate to survive. But Ash's words hit Kaito like a cold splash of water, forcing him to take a breath. His grip tightened one last time before, with a sharp exhale, he released the man. The thug crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath, his face pale with terror.

Kaede's voice cut through the chaos, quiet but resolute. "Father. Let him go."

Kaito's eyes flickered between his daughter and the man. The fire in his eyes didn't fade, but there was a quiet understanding now. Slowly, he lowered the man to the ground, his hands shaking as the adrenaline began to dissipate.

"Tell your employer," Kaito growled, his voice cold as ice, "if they ever come for my family again, I will burn everything they own."

The man didn't waste a second. He scrambled away, his knees skidding on the floor, his hands raised in surrender as he fled the scene in sheer panic, leaving nothing but a trail of dust and fear in his wake.

AFTERMATH

Ash approached Kaede, his eyes softening just slightly as he helped her to her feet. "You alright?" he asked, his voice low but with genuine concern.

Kaede met his gaze, her eyes burning with fierce resolve. "I knew you'd come."

Kaito exhaled deeply, the fury slowly draining from his face, leaving behind a haunted, quieter expression. He walked over to Kaede, his hand resting on her shoulder, squeezing gently as he looked down at her. It was a rare moment of tenderness for a man who had been nothing but a force of destruction in the last few minutes.

Ash's eyes swept over the aftermath—the bodies scattered across the warehouse, the blood staining the floor. "We need to find out who ordered this," he said quietly, a dark edge to his tone.

Kaito's eyes darkened, the fire rekindling, though this time it was tempered with cold, calculated vengeance. "We're going to do more than that." His voice was low, laced with a promise that would never be forgotten. "We're going to end them."

The war was far from over.