In the Himalayas
The mountains had turned into a silent battlefield, filled with chaos. But could such simple clashes reveal the secrets of these peaks? Of course not.
Captain of the Shaman Squad stood smiling, a glimmer of madness and excitement in his eyes.
He looked at the Yeti, smashed against the mountain wall, pitiful and helpless—all from a single punch of the Shaman Captain.
The Captain of the Immortal Trainees felt displeased at the sight but hid it behind a gentle smile, concern still showing for his friend.
Slowly, he approached the Shaman Captain and said:
"Isn't this the famous captain of the strongest squad, from Faisal the Shaman?"
The Shaman Captain smiled in return, hiding his madness, though excitement still shone in his gaze. He appeared harmless, foolish—someone who simply loved to fight.
Then, with longing, as if speaking to an old friend he hadn't seen in years, he said:
"How could I be the most famous captain in the Hero Division? These are just titles: Hunters, Heroes, Knights, Immortal Trainees, or al-Mujahideen… in the end, we are all simply users of Haka, under the Alliance of Haka Users.
I'm just a beginner. I don't deserve this fame. And even if I did, how could I not know the best Captain among the Immortal Trainees?"
The Captain of the Immortal Trainees drew closer, as if ignoring his words. Everyone knew that the different divisions and titles were nothing but agendas and interests. The idea that they were merely "colleagues" in the Alliance of Haka Users was just a façade to reassure the public.
Besides, since Egypt and al-Mujahideen controlled the Alliance, it had grown unshakably solid.
The Immortal Trainees' Captain stood face-to-face with the Shaman Captain and said:
"That's true… we don't deserve such fame. We're only humans. Our goal is to protect humanity."
The Shaman Captain showed surprise, exclaiming with admiration:
"What a noble man you are! I feel ashamed… I never thought I'd meet someone with such pure goals and a brilliant mindset."
He stretched out his hand for a handshake, his eyes filled with respect and gratitude.
The Immortal Trainees' Captain accepted with a gentle, humble smile:
"I'm just an ordinary man. Still, I can't believe I've found a comrade who shares the same ideals. From today, we're brothers and friends."
The Shaman Captain replied with joy:
"My brother."
The Immortal Trainees' Captain answered:
"My friend."
They shook hands firmly, their friendship on display as if it had been waiting for years. Yet deep inside, only malice brewed—both scheming how to sabotage the other.
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The First Squads : "..."
The first squads were injured, some on the verge of death. They looked at the two captains and thought to themselves:
What hypocrisy… we're here with you, respect your injured comrades.
Soon, the rest of the Shaman Squad and the Immortal Trainees arrived from different directions. Shocked at the scene, they didn't dwell on it, and instead rushed to tend to the wounded.
From each squad, two young women stepped forward—the healers. They unleashed their energies to treat the injured.
One of them approached the assassin and said:
"You're lucky. Each of us uses a different type of energy. I wield the energy of Ba, while she wields the energy of Ka."
The assassin looked at his arm, then at the two different energies working upon it.
The energy of Ba, tied to the mind, began repairing nerves and bones, urging his body to accelerate the healing process. Meanwhile, the energy of Ka, tied to vitality and muscles, was restoring tissue and flesh.
Signs of recovery quickly appeared, and it became clear he wouldn't lose his arm.
The assassin let out a relieved sigh—he was safe.
The two healers then rushed toward the chains-user to heal him next.
At the same time, two other members—one from each squad—arrived. Both were armored warriors. They stood before the wounded, shields raised.
Two more members from the first squads joined them, making four armored defenders in total, forming a protective wall around the injured and the healers.
Meanwhile, the last two members from the Shaman and Immortal Trainee squads exchanged glances, reached a silent agreement, and ran off from the battlefield. No one knew where they had gone.
All the while, the two captains kept talking, ignoring everything else, as if this moment was precious to them alone.
The Yeti watched in confusion, not knowing what was happening. Still, it didn't care—it stood tall, then flexed its once-broken arms, which had already healed.
Its gaze turned sharp, ready to attack.
The Shaman Captain said with excitement:
"Oh! This beast is fascinating. I thought it was finished, but this is good… it would've been boring if a legendary creature died so easily."
The Immortal Trainees' Captain responded:
"It doesn't matter… it won't be able to defeat you, my friend. But I have one request: I want to witness the superior arts of the Shamans."
The Shaman Captain smiled, understanding his intent, though pretending to be naïve:
"Of course I'll show you. We're brothers after all. But in return, I want to see the arts of the Immortal Trainees. Do you agree, my brother?"
The other captain smiled and nodded.
The Shaman Captain grinned:
"Then watch and learn."
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The Power of the Familiar
The Shaman Captain looked at the beast charging toward them, his mind racing. He commanded his system:
"Familiar User… chosen beast: Evolved Bear."
The system replied:
[Executing command]
[Familiar User activated. Evolved Bear familiar integrated into host body. Safe Mode engaged as precaution.]
A strange light burst from his body, power surging and adapting to him as if he were a bear in human form.
He dashed forward at immense speed, leapt, and channeled that power into his fists—delivering another crushing punch straight into the Yeti's face.
The Yeti staggered backward violently from the blow.
But the Immortal Trainees' Captain gave no chance. He appeared beside him, almost flying, his sword raised. In his mind, he ordered his system:
"Immortal Martial Arts—Heavenly Sword Style, First Step."
The system responded:
[Executing command]
[Immortal Martial Arts activated. Selected technique: Heavenly Sword Style, First Step]
[Assistant enhancement engaged. Safe Mode active as precaution.]
The captain's sword shone brilliantly as he struck the Yeti's chest with elegance and might.
The blow ripped open a deep wound across its torso—bones gleaming through torn flesh.
The Yeti froze in shock, dread creeping into its mind as it desperately searched for a way out.
But the two captains would allow no chance…
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Next Stop: The Bloodlines of World Sirius
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