The sea was darker at night.
Not just in color—but in feeling.
Once the last lights of Brassfall faded behind them, the North Blue opened into a cold, endless stretch of black water and distant starlight. The sky above was clear, moonless, leaving only faint constellations to guide the horizon.
Their ship moved quietly across the surface, sail trimmed low to reduce sound. Aira stood at the helm with steady hands, guiding them along a wide arc rather than a direct approach. From this angle, they could track the convoy ahead without immediately revealing themselves.
Far in the distance, three sets of lanterns drifted across the water.
The escort ship.
Two cargo vessels.
Still moving north.
Still unaware.
Kenji leaned against the railing near the bow, eyes fixed forward. His earlier humor had settled into something sharper now. Not grim—just focused.
"…They're disciplined," he muttered.
Ryu stood beside him, posture relaxed but ready. "Yeah."
Soren remained slightly behind them, already kneeling near the forward mast with his rifle set across a folded cloth. Even in the dim starlight, his movements were precise and controlled. He adjusted the barrel angle, tested wind direction with a subtle lift of his fingers, and checked the mechanism with quiet familiarity.
Aira glanced at him briefly. "…You can see clearly from here?"
"Yes."
"Distance?" Ryu asked.
"Within range," Soren replied.
Kenji grinned. "I like those words."
The wind shifted slightly, brushing cold across the deck. The sound of the convoy ahead became clearer now—faint creaks of rigging, low voices drifting across the water when the breeze aligned just right.
They were close enough.
But not yet seen.
Aira slowed their ship further, keeping them outside direct lantern light while maintaining visual contact. Every adjustment she made was small, deliberate, guided by instinct and growing awareness.
Her Observation flickered faintly again.
Not fully formed.
But there.
She could feel direction. Movement. Intent. It was like sensing currents beneath the surface of reality.
"…There's a lookout in the crow's nest of the escort ship," she said quietly.
Soren didn't look up from his rifle.
"I see him."
Kenji cracked his neck softly. "When do we start?"
Ryu's gaze remained steady on the convoy. He let the moment stretch just long enough to confirm spacing, timing, and wind direction. No unnecessary risks.
Then—
"Now," he said.
Soren moved.
No wasted motion.
He lifted the rifle smoothly and settled it against his shoulder, cheek resting lightly against the stock. His breathing slowed, posture aligning with quiet precision. One eye closed slightly while the other remained fixed through the sight.
From this distance, the convoy looked small.
But through his scope—
Everything sharpened.
He saw the lookout clearly. A man leaning lazily against the crow's nest railing, scanning the dark sea without urgency. Confident. Unaware.
Soren adjusted for wind.
For distance.
For the gentle rocking of both ships.
Then he fired.
The shot cracked across the night like a thunderclap.
For half a second, nothing happened.
Then—
The lookout collapsed silently, dropping out of view.
Kenji blinked. "…That was clean."
Soren had already shifted position.
Second shot.
This time the helmsman.
The man at the escort ship's wheel jerked as the bullet struck his shoulder and spun him sideways. He didn't die—but he dropped instantly, control lost.
The wheel spun.
The escort ship drifted off alignment.
Confusion erupted across its deck.
"What was that?!"
"Sniper!"
"Where—?!"
Lanterns swung wildly as crew scrambled.
Ryu moved immediately.
"Aira. Close distance."
She nodded once and angled their ship forward, using the moment of confusion to slip into a faster approach while the convoy struggled to orient.
Kenji drew both blades with a smooth metallic whisper.
"Finally," he said.
On the escort ship, men rushed to defensive positions. Some grabbed rifles. Others searched the darkness desperately, trying to locate the unseen attacker. But Soren had already repositioned slightly along their deck, adjusting his angle to avoid detection.
Another shot.
A rifleman on the escort deck dropped before he could even raise his weapon fully.
Panic spread faster now.
"They're out there!"
"Starboard side!"
"No—port!"
Too late.
Ryu stepped onto the bow railing.
"Kenji."
"Yeah."
They jumped together.
Two figures crossing open air in near-perfect timing.
They landed on the escort ship's deck like falling blades.
The first pirate turned—
Kenji's sword hilt struck his jaw before he could shout.
Ryu moved immediately past him, knives flashing as he deflected a panicked strike from another guard and drove him backward into a stack of crates. Controlled. Efficient. No wasted motion.
Chaos erupted fully now.
"Boarders!"
"Attack!"
Kenji met the first real rush with a grin.
Three attackers charged him at once.
He moved through them like flowing steel, parrying the first blade and pivoting under the second. His own sword flashed once—twice—knocking weapons from hands rather than cutting deep. He drove his shoulder into one fighter and sent him crashing across the deck, then turned instantly to meet the next.
Ryu fought differently.
Quieter.
Each movement precise. Each strike placed to disable rather than slaughter unless necessary. He flowed between attackers, redirecting momentum, using minimal force to maximum effect. Armament coated his knives in brief flashes whenever heavier weapons came into play.
Above them, another rifle crack echoed.
Soren.
A gunner aiming toward Ryu dropped instantly as the shot struck his shoulder joint.
Aira watched from their ship as she brought them alongside the second cargo vessel. Her heart pounded, but her hands remained steady. She adjusted sail and rope angles quickly, preparing for boarding while scanning for threats.
Movement on the cargo ship.
Armed guards.
She drew her knife and firearm both.
"…Here we go," she muttered.
Back on the escort ship, Kenji finished his third opponent and stepped back briefly, chest rising with controlled breath. He felt the familiar tug of healing wounds under strain—but nothing he couldn't push through.
He glanced toward Ryu.
"…Not bad," he said.
Ryu didn't look at him. "Stay focused."
Another group rushed in.
Above them, the night remained clear.
Shots rang out.
Steel clashed.
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