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Inside a secure room, multiple figures stood around a wall of monitors, all feeding the same broken footage from the convenience store.
Everything felt controlled, but tense in a quiet way. Nobody was really raising their voice, just low reactions here and there as the clips kept looping.
The footage itself didn't even feel complete.
Some cameras were just dead. Others cut out at the exact moments something important should've been visible, like someone knew exactly when to shut them off.
And the strange part was how clean it looked.
Not random failure. Not damage. More like timing.
On certain angles, it was obvious. Blind spots were being used on purpose. Movement wasn't just movement, it felt guided, like whoever was inside already understood the layout better than the system recording it.
And that person in the feed was of course John.
John showed up in fragments across different feeds, but never long enough to properly track.
Every time a camera tried to lock onto him, something changed. Angle lost. Feed cut. Reset.
At one point, an open area just went blank right as he crossed it.
Then came back like nothing happened.
That wasn't normal failure.
That felt like interference. Or planning.
The operators kept pointing out timestamps, overlapping each other in short, uneasy bursts. Even the outside cameras near the entrance had gone down at exact moments that didn't make sense.
Too precise to ignore.
Behind them, slightly apart from the rest, a figure sat watching without saying anything.
Nobody addressed him.
He didn't react either. Just kept his focus on the screens.
The footage looped again.
Door opens.
A man steps in.
Controlled movement, but tight. Like he's holding something back physically and mentally at the same time.
He looks injured
The room shifts slightly at his presence, not openly, but enough to notice.
This was the same man who led the squad during the operation.(A/N: Hello Buddy)
His face carried something heavier now. Anger that hadn't settled since the incident.
He spoke with discipline, but it wasn't really calm.
It was forced.
Contained.
"Reports came out. Hydra already ran searches."
" Multiple teams. No results."
No pattern. No direction. Nothing to follow.
Every attempt to rebuild what happened fell apart.
And what stood out most wasn't even the failure itself.
It was how clean the disappearance was.
No trail left behind at all.
He speaks, straightening slightly before addressing the room.
"John did not escape alone. John did not do anything like that on his own."
Even as he talks, his voice stays controlled and careful. He's aware of the room, aware of how closely every word is being weighed.
But there's certainty underneath it.
Not doubt.
His mind refuses to accept the idea that someone like John could have outmaneuvered him cleanly. Not on his own. Not without something else involved.
In his mind, the conclusion keeps forming again and again.
After all he is Agent Viktor Hale.
One of Hydr....i mean S.H.I.E.L.D most experienced field operatives. Someone who has survived enough missions to trust his judgment in situations like this.
And yet this situation doesn't fit anything he knows.
He continues speaking, suggesting that what happened may not have been limited to a visible team. Something unseen might have influenced the outcome. Not direct interference, but something layered into the situation itself.
No one confirms it.
But no one shuts it down either.
The idea starts settling in the room anyway.
If John didn't act alone, then what kind of force was involved?
The thought shifts, unspoken but present.
Something larger. More structured. Beyond field operations.
S.H.I.E.L.D (A/N: the true one) comes to mind, but no one says it out loud.
Nick Fury....
This name passes through thought, not voice. Left hanging there because there's no proof, only suspicion and caution.
The observer by the monitors doesn't move. Still silent. Still letting it all unfold without interruption.
The footage keeps looping behind them. Broken. Incomplete. The same gaps repeating again and again.
Viktor continues, unchanged in stance, but the conclusion in his mind stays fixed.
This doesn't make sense within his framework of understanding.
And because it doesn't, his mind refuses to let it be...
"nothing."
The room stays quiet.
The discussion settles into a controlled silence, not because uncertainty remains, but because the conclusion has already been reached internally.
From the shadowed side of the room, the voice guiding the conversation finally brings it to a close, He said;
"We continue as planned. No major deviation. No need rushing things."
The tone is steady, like a standing directive being restated rather than a response to anything new.
Stepping out into the light he was revealed to be;
Alexander Pierce - A high ranking officer within HY... I mean SHIELD.
He continues
Hydra's plan continues exactly as designed. Ron or whatever his name was again, is not significant enough to alter it, and nothing about his actions has the capacity to disrupt its direction.
"Because Eyes have not seen and Ears has not heard the wonderful plan HYDRA has for this world" He said that with a his eye Field with reverence
He is not a factor in success or failure.
However, he is still a loose end.
And Hydra does not leave loose ends unresolved, not because he would threaten the plan, but because anything uncontained carries the possibility of future interference, no matter how small.
He is part of observation now.
Not as a priority. Not as a disruption. Not as something capable of shifting Hydra's long-term outcome.
Just a variable that must remain accounted for until uncertainty is removed.
The plan does not adjust for him.
It continues regardless.
A brief pause follows as monitoring continues in the background.
Then a final exchange.
Agent Viktor then said;
"Hail Hydra."
Then the rest in the room followed
"HAIL HYDRA!!!!."
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Meanwhile with John
John stood deep inside the forest, facing a tree as he trained.
He wasn't just standing there. His body was already engaged in controlled motion against it, like he was sparring with something that didn't move back. Every strike and shift was precise, measured, no wasted force anywhere.
His posture stayed steady the entire time. Arms raised in front of him . Elbows slightly bent, ready to react instantly. Feet placed evenly for balance, knees lightly flexed. From the outside, there was no tension at all. Just calm control.
But anyone familiar with Dragon Ball would recognize it immediately.
HIT'S STANCE.
Perfect control. Minimal movement. Constant readiness.
John stayed locked in it while continuing the repetition against the tree, each motion clean and deliberate without breaking form.
He had already finished his main training earlier.
Now this was something else. A controlled session deeper in the forest, tied to something that had started Yesterday after he registered with the League on the dark web and triggered a system response he didn't fully understand at first.
Back then, a notification had appeared. He followed it without question.
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[System Notification]
HIT TEMPLATE PROGRESSION: 7% (+2%)
NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: Vital Points Combat
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Then it disappeared.
But the change didn't.
Hit template progression had reached seven percent.
And something about him had started shifting with it. Not just movement, but instinct. Timing. Precision. The way combat was being processed in his mind was slowly changing.
He already had experience from his past life, but it didn't really compare. Whatever Hit represented, it existed on a completely different level.
And he was only seeing fragments of it.
The new ability was called
VITAL POINT COMBAT.
It wasn't about strength. It was about precision. Striking specific points on the body to disrupt movement, balance, function. Timing mattered more than force. Accuracy mattered more than aggression.
It was meant for real combat, where targets reacted and adapted. Not something that could be fully developed in isolation.
This Skill is divided into various levels the more he increases his level the better he is with the ability, and the only way he can increase the level is by training and increasing his template percentage.
Basic - Intermediate - Advanced - Master
(A/N: this kind of remind me of pes)
Right now, he's only at the basic level.
Awareness of vulnerable points. Incomplete understanding. Execution that depended on opportunity rather than control. Small effects like pain, imbalance, brief disruption. Nothing refined yet.
And since it was linked to Hit's famous timeskip, this mean it would only deepen as the template progressed.
But there was a problem ...
And The problem was simple.
This Skill couldn't be trained properly alone.
No real opponent meant no real feedback. No reactions. No refinement.
He let out a quiet thought.
Not like I'm going to test it on myself. That's just dumb.
He didn't even consider it further.
So he stayed with what he had.
The forest. The tree. Repetition.
And time.
Looking at the Sun is high in the sky, he knows that it's probably noon (A/N: Obviously)
He Eventually, he realized how far he had gone into the Forest.
Deeper than usual. Far quieter than normal. The kind of silence that didn't feel peaceful anymore, just empty.
He'd need to head back soon.
But getting back wasn't a problem.
He continued the training rhythm until
something broke it.
In a split second his eyes open
His body reacted before thought even formed.
He moved so fast that it seems like he vanished from his position.
BOOOOOM!!!!
A fraction of a second later, impact hit where he had been standing.
The tree exploded outward.
Wood scattered across the ground.
John reappeared a short distance away, already oriented.
His eyes locked onto the source immediately.
Massive. Unnatural size. Standing on hind legs, it blocked out the light above him completely. The forest felt smaller just from its presence.
A bear.
He stared at it for a moment.
Calm on the surface he said;
"I was wondering when you would come out."
He shifted slightly into the stance.(A/N: This is the stance.... Get it?)
This wasn't theory anymore. Not drills. Not imagination. Something alive was in front of him now. Unpredictable. Very Real.
it was dangerous, but something in him was already accepting it, even if he knew that in his past life there's no way he could stand against this one monsterosity, unless
He has a high grade sniper
and he's like 100 km away from it.
No time for that now...
"Just like Madara said"
John looks towards the bear;
" would you like to dance?"
The bear answered instantly.
ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!!!
The roar tore through the forest with force, heavy enough to feel like it pressed against the air itself, shaking everything around them.