Hello. How do you do?Yes, you. The one awkwardly scrolling while sipping soda and pretending you're not eavesdropping through your device. Don't play dumb. I see you — you weirdos peeking through the screen of your electronics like digital goblins. I know who you guys are. Bunch of keyboard samurais and snack-fueled perverts.
Let's break the ice properly. My name? BOB.
Nah, I'm messing with you. Who the hell names their child BOB in 2025? Sounds like a sheep who forgot to shave.Actually, I go by something much cooler. Etch it into your brain: Akai Akanji. Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the Night Shift. Yeah, you heard that right. Night Shift. Not the creepy janitor squad — I'm talking stealth missions, moonlit hunts, shadow warfare. You know, the sexy stuff.
Girls usually beg me for a night out — it's my curse. But lately, the town's been haunted by someone… else. A lady. A rogue. And guess what? They put me, the Commander, on the job.
I know, I know, "This isn't a commander's duty." Yeah? Well, fuck Donald Trump — I hate that guy.
Hold on.Did you hear that?
Something's moving. Whispers in the wind. Let's go. Follow me. Oh wait, never mind — you folks are too slow. While you're fumbling with your keyboard, I'm zipping through the skyline with AOT-type gear and dual blades, both infused with my Reishi energy. Eat your heart out.
"Hey, weirdo! What's your deal? Talking to yourself in the middle of the night like some budget anime protagonist?"
The voice cut through the air like a peanut butter knife. Crunchy. I turned my head and saw her. Zhuxin. Barefoot on the rooftop, holding a family pack of snacks like it was a newborn.
"Look who got herself in trouble," Akai grinned. "I'm gonna make you regret so ba—"
*Crunch.Rip. Crunch.
She tore open another packet of chips mid-monologue. Disrespectful.
Akai blinked. "What are you doing? Those are MY Lays. Limited edition. I bought them 'cause David Beckham was eating them on TV. They're sacred."
She looked dead into my soul while chewing. "Sorry to break it to you — he lied. They're just carbs and regret. Beckham's probably bloated right now."
Akai flinched like she just insulted his mom.
"And what about Thierry Henry? Is he… wait. No. No-no-no. I've got a mission to complete."Focus, Akai.
As soon as she tore into the third packet, Akai snapped. He launched his wires — four straight at her, two for balance. The buildings groaned as he zipped forward, blades ready, eyes locked. Zhuxin dove, flipping through the open window of a nearby apartment like a parkour goddess.
"Oh nooo, I'm home alone," she called out mockingly. "Could you come inside, Mr. Spiderman?"
Akai didn't even pause. He smashed through the wall. Dust exploded. The landlord would cry blood.
"Now tell me," Growled growled, voice deep enough to echo through the bones of the building,"Who's your daddy?"
She didn't even blink. "You are."
Silence. You could hear a chip crumble.
He blinked again. "Girl… you just left me speechless."
Then — like lightning striking a drum set — Akai lunged. Both blades slashing downward with deadly grace. In a breath, Zhuxin blocked the strike with the handle of her bow, smirking like this was just a warm-up.
The clash of blade and bow handle sent sparks into the air, lighting up the dim room like an 80s rock concert. Zhuxin slid back, her sneakers leaving two perfect streaks on the dusty floor. She tilted her head, chewing the last chip slowly, deliberately.
"Nice entrance," she smirked, "but you're all flash, no flavor."
Akai tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "You talk like someone who's never been sliced by a blade wrapped in Reishi."Then he vanished — one blink and he was gone.
CLANG!His blade met her bow again mid-spin. She had good reflexes. Annoyingly good. With each strike, Akai was testing her rhythm, looking for a crack. She blocked high, ducked low, even used the half-open bag of chips as a distraction. he almost slipped.
"Seriously? Chip-fu?"
"Everything is a weapon if you believe in yourself," she said like some low-budget anime mentor.
Akai darted behind her, slicing the sofa clean in half as she backflipped onto the counter like a caffeinated cat. She picked up a spoon — a spoon — and flung it at his face.
"Okay, now you're just being disrespectful."
A surge of light burst from Akai gear, wrapping him in an aura of shadows and flame. His blades shifted, extending slightly, the edges now glowing with a violet hue. Zhuxin's eyes widened, just for a second.
Then she smiled. "Now we're talking."
She moved faster than guilt after a drunk text.
Before Akai could even flex his core muscles, BAM! — a savage kick slammed straight into his abdomen. The breath flew out of him like unpaid rent. Before he could curse her ancestors, she was already gone — dissolved into the air like cotton candy dipped in boiling tea.
He hit the floor, rolled once, then pushed up with a wince. "Cheap shot... but alright."
Eyes narrowed, Akai scanned the dim hallway. His Reishi flared as he honed in, searching for a trace of her mana signature. Silence. Dust. Then—
WHACK!A flying kick smashed into his face like karma with steel-toed boots. His body flew through the corridor like a ragdoll auditioning for a live-action anime. Drywall cracked, tiles exploded, a picture of someone's grandma fell off the wall.
The landlord? Yeah, he's calculating ROI in real time. Probably adding "demon damage" to the lease clause.
From the shadows, her voice echoed, smooth as poison."You surely lack stamina, dear. I hope you're unmarried."
Akai groaned, wiping blood off his lip. "I lack mobility in compact areas. That doesn't make me... utterly useless."Somewhere, heroic background music kicked in — sounded like a mix of Naruto flute and Gladiator drums. God-tier stuff.
He cracked his neck and rose to his feet, swagger fully intact. "Round two."
Zhuxin wasn't waiting. She drew her bow mid-air and launched a glowing arrow straight at his chest. Boom! The shot punched through his armor like it was made of wet paper. He staggered — dramatic slow-mo fall initiated.
Before he hit the ground — thwip!thwip!thwip!Three more arrows found him, each one rudely precise.
He hit the floor in full Yamcha pose — crater and all. Arms flopped, eyes wide open, ego bruised like an overripe banana.He waited. Maybe a mysterious dog would show up and say "Let me help you." Or maybe his Zanpakuto spirit would appear in flaming robes. Or perhaps the classic RPG narrator voice would whisper, "Your potential has awakened."
But no. Just silence. A single cockroach tiptoed by, uninterested.
"Well, damn."
Muttering anime-tier curses, Akai dug deep. He clenched his fists, absorbed energy from the Reishi lines pulsing in the walls, and stabbed his wires into the circuitry. A flash of blue lit up the entire floor.
"Time for Levi-level sh*t."
With the speed of vengeance and the elegance of parkour, he zigzagged up the wall, flipped off a light fixture, and spun straight at Zhuxin like a human Beyblade of death. His blade slashed across her side — first blood. The crimson streak across her arm said enough.
Zhuxin hissed, stumbling back. Wounded. Her smirk now thinner, her breath heavier.
she leaped through the apartment window, bleeding but still defiant. She vanished into the night like the plot holes in every superhero movie.
Akai stood there, panting, holding his side.He looked toward the sky. And then — turned.
Started walking.
Toward the ocean.
"Why the ocean?" You might ask.Because he's not just some edgy night assassin with killer drip. No. He's a diplomatic sacrifice.
"I am the man who was offered to the niece of the King of the Seven Seas to end a war," Akai said to no one in particular. "And she died… just days after the treaty."
"They look at me like I killed her," he continued. "And I don't feel safe. If I were a woman, these words would make you cry. But I'm not. So you'll probably just nod in confusion and scroll TikTok."
He sighed, and the wind echoed it back.
"In the ocean, I live in the same castle where the Empress resides. But I haven't seen her yet. Not once."
"I wish… I could see her someday."