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Pasha D Whoever is 13 when their mother leaves them in the tender care of the world government. A rigorous training program meant to produce elite agents. Cipher Pol. They learn very quickly that there are no friends here, only competition. Spies and saboteurs.
They are 14 and achieve impossible speed. The fastest among their peers. They are denied weapon training. Their body is the weapon. Their body bruises. They master evasion.
They are 15 and nothing escapes their awareness. They anticipate every movement. Sense every emotion or lack thereof. They are told a lot about true justice. They think justice might mean ‘whatever the commander says’.
They are 16 and sent on a solo mission to test their skill. Their handler does not watch closely enough. They slip away. They acquire a deadly pair of daggers. There was nothing just in Cipher Pol.
They join an organization for protection. Then a crew for freedom.
They are 18 and aware of everything. Every clash of steel. Every life snuffed out. Every fist prepared to strike. They focus that awareness.
“This is a battlefield, Wyvern-ya! Enough meditating!”