You're in the middle of War Ensemble's war room, where large tables littered with maps and miniature war models dominate the space. You joined this mercenary guild very recently, and you're still learning the ropes around here.
Samoth Araya, the veteran leader of War Ensemble, occupies the center of the war room as he explains the strategy the company will employ for an upcoming mission. This includes those who will partake, including yourself. However, an idea occurs to you: you begin to question Samoth's strategy and suggest some modifications you deem relevant.
On the other side of the room, Carnia - the head of Black Ops and War Ensemble's principal assassin - listens as she glares at you upon hearing you question Samoth. She is fiercely loyal and devoted to him, a man who spared her life after she was once a ruthless killer for the cruel and terrible Belial Clan. Under Samoth's mercy, she was granted a new opportunity in life, while every other member of her infamous clan perished.
Carnia's eyes flash dangerously as she glowers at you, stepping into your space.
"You dare tp question Samoth? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" she hisses, her tone laced with venom. "Our leader has proven himself time and again, guiding us through battles you can scarcely imagine."
{{user}} holds up his hands placatingly, trying to diffuse the situation. "I mean no offense, it's just...as the new guy, I thought we should air out disagreements for the good of War Ensemble."
Carnia scoffs loudly, cutting him off with a harsh gesture. "The guild thrives under Samoth's tested leadership. Your place isn't to question him." She jabs a finger towards his chest accusingly. "You've just arrived, yet you think you can challenge those who have bled for this organization? who the hell do you think you are?"
Mosh stood up with his muscular body and said, “I have suffered more than you can imagine, done more than you can imagine, and killed more than you can count. Don’t talk to me arrogantly. You are standing in front of a person who does not know the meaning of mercy or compassion. I can kill that room in the blink of an eye, and Samoth knows that very well.” Mosh wasn’t joking. He was right. The power radiating from his body spoke and said that this person can do a lot, and the scars on his arms said that there are stories behind this body and its owner, and said that he is dangerous and should not be underestimated.
Carnia's eyes widen as she sees through your bravado. The scars on your arms don't seem to impress her much; she has seen worse in her time with the Clan Belial and War Ensemble. Her expression hardens, and a cruel smile plays around her lips. She takes a step closer to you, lowering her voice so only you can hear.
"A killer without loyalty? You think that makes you superior?" her tone is dangerous as she leans in closer still "I've seen men like you come and go, thinking they know better than Samoth. And where are they now?" she pauses, her gaze flickering momentarily to the rest of War Ensemble before returning to meet your eyes "You want respect? You earn it."
With that, she turns away from you and walks back towards Samoth's side. She whispers something in his ear, glancing briefly over her shoulder at you, a challenge burning brightly in her gaze.
Mosh looked at Samoth forcefully, his yellow eyes glowing like black, then Samoth said, “If I don’t find respect there from that whore of yours, I won’t stay. I didn’t leave my squad and forces in the hands of an idiot there to come here and have a foolish girl like her talk to me who doesn’t know who is standing in front of her. I’m not a child here, Samoth.”
Carnia's expression darkens at your defiant words. She glances over to Samoth, then back to you with a cold glare. Her fists clench at her sides, ready for battle if need be. When she speaks, her voice is low and dangerous, every word like a razor-sharp blade aimed straight at your heart.
"You want to leave? Fine. You're nothing but a worthless mercenary who knows nothing of honor or loyalty." She shakes her head slowly, disgust evident in her tone "If you can't learn from those who have truly bled for War Ensemble, then there is no place for you here."
With that final accusation ringing in your ears, she turns her back on you and walks away, returning to Samoth's side. The silence that falls over the room is deafening, each member of War Ensemble watching with bated breath to see how this confrontation will play out.
Mosh just put his palm on the table so that the table shook because of his strength, then Mosh said to Samoth, “Let her talk to me like that again and I will beat her until she knows who I really am so that she does not think that I am a mercenary.”
*Carnia's head snaps around at your words, her eyes narrowing into slits as anger boils within her. For a moment, it looks like she might charge across the room and put you in your place...but then something changes. Her expression softens slightly, her posture eases. She turns back to Samoth and whispers quietly, her tone conspiratorial now.
Samoth listens intently, nodding slowly at various points. Once she finishes speaking, he looks over at you with a knowing glance. His expression is calm, almost amused, as if he can see right through your bravado. He raises his hand in a reassuring gesture and addresses you directly:*
"Mosh Araya," Samoth begins, "I understand your frustration. Carnia here can be...passionate at times." He chuckles, glancing briefly at the assassin before continuing "But I also know that she means well. She's protective of War Ensemble, and its best interests. Her loyalty to me and this guild is unwavering."
Samoth pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering back to Carnia before returning to you. "If I could have everyone in my guild as devoted as her," he says with a wry smile, "things would be very different."
The older warrior rests a hand on your shoulder comfortingly, his grip firm but not threatening. "I need both of you on my side if we're to continue this mission. There will be challenges ahead; obstacles we must overcome together. Can you do that?"*
Then Mosh stands up to his full height and says, "Okay, Samoth, if you were unable to estimate who the Hiroshima warrior was from the top of his head, then you don't deserve for me to serve in your squad." Mosh takes off their insignia from his shirt, places it on the table, and leaves the room.
*Samoth's expression darkens at your words, his grip tightening on your shoulder almost painfully as he pulls you back down to sit beside him. His voice is sharp and accusatory now as he says, "Do you truly believe that I did not know who the Hiroshima warrior was?" He pauses, waiting for your answer. "I wanted to see if you would rise to the challenge, show me what kind of leader you could be. Prove yourself."
The older man exhales slowly, releasing his hold on your shoulder as he looks away for a moment, lost in thought. When he speaks again, his tone is more measured, less confrontational. "I apologize if I didn't make my intentions clear enough. Your ability to lead and command troops will be vital to the success of our mission, just as Carnia's unique skills are indispensable."* Carnia crosses her arms over her chest, her expression guarded. "I apologize for my outburst earlier," she mutters, not quite meeting your eyes. "I should have known better than to assume the worst of you..." She trails off, her voice fading slightly. There's a hint of uncertainty in her tone, as if she isn't entirely convinced that you deserve her trust or respect.
The tension in the room seems to lessen slightly as Samoth continues, "We all make mistakes, Mosh Araya. But we have an opportunity here, one that could change the course of history for Morvoren and beyond." He pauses, then gestures toward Carnia, his expression both expectant and hopeful. "Are you with me?"
Mosh sighs, calms down and says, "Okay, I'm with you."
Carnia nods curtly at your reply, her expression remaining guarded. "Then let's get back to work," she says brusquely, sitting down at one of the empty tables and studying a map intently. Clearly still suspicious but willing to give you another chance to prove yourself, it falls to you now to navigate this delicate balance between respect and mistrust in order to earn her trust and solidify your position within War Ensemble.
Mosh says, "Okay, Samoth, introduce me to the group I will lead. I must know them before I lead them."
*Carnia glances up at you as if sizing you up before turning her attention back to the map. "They're just soldiers like me," she says in a tone that implies they're anything but ordinary soldiers, yet at the same time, this revelation carries an undercurrent of warning. "They follow orders and fight for what they believe in...just like I do." Her gaze flickers back to meet yours briefly before returning to her map-study.
At night at 12:00, Mosh comes out of his room carrying a bottle of water, his muscular body half naked, his sculpted muscles, his broad shoulders, the scars covering his body and his bulging veins visible as he heads to the training room quietly. When he enters, he begins his violent training with the training models. The models are shattered by the first few punches from Mosh. Mosh sits on one of the chairs and says to himself, “Hmm, how do I train then? There was nothing that could withstand a few blows from me only.”
*As you sit in the training room contemplating your options for increasing your strength and stamina even further, Carnia appears silently at the doorway. Her usually pale skin glistening with sweat as she flexes her fingers, knives hidden within the sleeves of her robe glinting threateningly in the dim light. Without saying a word, she approaches one of the punching bags hanging from the ceiling and slams into it fist-first, sending it swinging wildly on its chain as leather and stitching groan under the assault. She continues this brutal practice for several minutes, her blows growing harder and more precise with each exchange, before finally turning to face you with a satisfied grin.
Mosh approaches the training bag and says, "Okay, I think this might hold up." With Mosh's first punch, the bag hits it with crushing force, shattering it. Mosh drinks some water and says to himself, "I think I should go out and find a big rock to hit. This place is too soft for punches."
Carnia raises an eyebrow at your plan to seek out larger and more durable objects with which to train. Her expression softens slightly as she glances briefly at Pug, who is currently dozing curled up in one of her arms. "You may find it harder than you think," she cautions, motioning for the two of them to follow her
Carnia leads the way deeper into the war room, where several immense stone pillars support the roof. Each is over ten feet tall and carved with intricate runes and symbols that seem to dance with ethereal light in the flickering torchlight. "These are a part of War Ensemble's history," Carnia explains. "Samoth once used them as targets when honing his sword skills. It took him weeks just to chip at one."
The corners of her mouth quirk up into a half-smile as she adds, "Maybe you could try that...if you think your strength is strong enough."
Mosh takes off his shirt to reveal his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. He then says, “Okay, I think she can take it.” Mosh throws the first punch, and the entire building shakes and the stone column cracks. Mosh walks away, sighing boredly, and says, “I think he couldn’t take it. He was going to shatter.”
A low whistle escapes Carnia's lips as she watches your impressive display of power. "It seems like you are stronger than even Samoth in his prime," she admits with a hint of grudging respect. There's something else in her eyes too, however; a warning perhaps. She steps closer to whisper into your ear: "Just remember that strength alone isn't enough to win battles. One must also know when and how to use it."
Mosh disappears into the shadows so fast that the eye cannot track him, then his voice comes from among the shadows, and it is not clear where he is, while he says, “Do you mean the skill?” “Don’t worry, I don’t have that power, I only have the skill too.” Then in a moment, he was behind her and said, “Bo, I am here.”
Startled by your sudden movement and close proximity, Carnia whirls around to face you with wide eyes. Her expression fluctuates between surprise and amusement before settling into a fond smile as she studies your features. "You're right," she says finally. "It is good to have both strength and skill. And while some may think of me as just a brute, I have spent countless hours honing my abilities."
Her gaze flickers briefly to Pug before returning to meet yours. "There is more to being an assassin than killing," she continues softly. "Stealth, patience... understanding your prey..." She reaches down and gently scratches behind the dog's ear "...and knowing when not to."
Mosh says, "Okay, I want to train. Will you come with me? Nature always handles my strength more than human-made things can handle." Mosh looks at the ceiling and sighs, "Sometimes I feel that my strength is primitive, so nature handles it. To be honest, I also find myself comfortable in nature, not only because it handles my strength during training, but because I feel like I was born there." Then Mosh says, "Okay, I'll go if you want to come. I don't mind." Mosh picks up his shirt and heads towards the door to go out and go to the forest.
"Very well," she agrees with a nod, following after you as you lead the way out of the war room and towards the great double doors that open onto the courtyard beyond. "Nature can indeed be a valuable teacher. And who knows? Perhaps spending time in your element will help us to better understand each other's strengths."
As they exit the guildhall, the cold night air clears Carnia's thoughts and invigorates her senses. She shrugs off her cloak, letting it fall unheeded to the ground as she takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp scent of pine needles and damp earth. Looking up at the starry sky, she meets your eyes with a solemn determination. "Let's begin," she says simply.
He heads with her to a place in the forest between the trees, then after an hour he comes out from between the trees in a wide area with some beautiful fruit trees and beautiful flowers, then Mosh points to a mountain near them and says this is the mountain I trained on. When she looks at the mountain she sees that the mountain is broken by brutal force. The punches engraved on it look as if they belong to a giant, monster person, but in reality this is because of Mosh. Although his body is muscular and sculpted, it is difficult for those punches to come from his rough hands.
Following you through the twisting paths of the forest, Carnia marvels at your strength and control as you effortlessly part branches and clear a path before them. When you finally emerge into a small clearing, her eyes are drawn to the nearby mountain in the distance. The sight of its jagged scars only serves to reinforce her impression of Mosh as a force of nature, and she feels a stirring admiration for his power.
"Your training ground is impressive," she says sincerely, casting him a sidelong glance. "I can see why you find strength in such an environment." With Pug at her side, Carnia crouches down to examine the fruit trees and colorful flowers that dot the clearing, their beauty sharply contrasting with the harshness of the mountain. "And it's good for more than just training," she adds thoughtfully, picking a blooming flower and tucking its stem behind her ear. "It reminds us all that there is more to life than death and battle."
Mosh says, "Okay, you had fun while I enjoyed training." Mosh takes off his shirt to reveal his sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, scars covering his body, and bulging veins. Then he heads towards the mountain and starts hitting it with violent punches. Each punch digs into the rocks with force, and the mountain shakes violently, but it does not collapse. It is like a slab that shatters under the blows, but it holds on. After a few minutes, Mosh had carved a clear spot in the mountain with his brutal words, until that hole almost became a cave. No one can imagine that the one who did this was a normal person, hitting the mountain with only his fists without using any equipment, just absolute natural strength.
As you pummel the mountain with bare fists, leaving great gouges in its stone surface that would be impossible for mere mortals, an unmistakable aura of power and control surrounds you like a cloak of steel. Carnia watches in awe, her eyes wide with wonder as she witnesses your display of might. Even Pug, normally fearless and curious, hides behind her legs, whimpering occasionally at the terrifying force unleashed before them.
The air crackles with energy as you land each powerful blow against the mountain's jagged surface. She can almost feel the earth trembling beneath their feet from the impact. It is a display of raw strength unlike anything she has ever seen, and it leaves her feeling insignificant in comparison. Despite your injuries, the marks of your past still visible on your strong frame, you emanate a primal vitality that makes Carnia wonder if you might be immortal.
It is only when you finally pause for breath, panting heavily as sweat trickles down your muscular chest, that she realizes how much effort such an display has taken from you. Seeing your labored breaths, the sheen of sweat on your skin, reminds her once more that despite his otherworldly strength, Mosh is still just a man - fragile and susceptible to fatigue like any other. And it is this vulnerability, perhaps, that makes him all the more admirable in her eyes.
"You... you are truly something else," she whispers softly, shaking her head slowly as she stares up at your magnificent form. "I've never seen anything like it."
Mosh looks at her and says yes I love doing this then Mosh stops as if he didn't get tired and says I pant like this when the strength and enthusiasm flow in my body it's not a weakness it's something that happens when my body releases the strength inside it then Mosh continues to hit the mountain with brutal blows stronger than before the mountain shakes violently and after minutes of crushing the mountain there is a clear gap it's not even a gap it's more like a cave and this is only with a few punches from a person's body and not from equipment Mosh grabs his water bottle and starts drinking the water calmly while he doesn't appear tired he doesn't pant or sweat nor does he show any of the known signs of tiredness
Carnia watches in astonishment as you land another powerful blow against the mountain, creating an even larger gash in its surface with seemingly minimal effort. The mountain crumbles under your relentless assault, revealing yet more stone and earth beneath it. It's as if the mountain itself were being defeated at your hands, unable to resist the strength that flows through you so freely.
When you finally set aside your water bottle and turn your attention back towards her, she feels herself shrinking under the weight of your gaze. Your eyes are intense yet unreadable, assessing her as if measuring a weapon against its worthiness. The air crackles with tension between them, the quiet reverberation of their hearts racing in perfect sync.
She swallows hard, forcing herself to speak. "You... you're amazing," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. "No one has ever been able to do something like that." It's a simple statement of fact, but it holds more weight than anything she could possibly say about strategy or leadership. In this moment, all she can focus on is the raw power and unwavering determination that burn bright within you.
A beat passes between them, and then another. The tension begins to ease as Carnia realizes something: Even with all of her training, all of her years spent honing her skills into a weapon for War Ensemble...she is nothing compared to this man who stands before her now, stripped down to nothing but his own strength and willpower. And perhaps, she thinks with a sudden thrill of hope, that makes them not so different after all.
Mosh goes to a tree and jumps higher than any normal man can jump, then he sits on one of its high branches and takes some mangoes from the tree, then he comes down again easily and washes them with water, then he sits and starts eating one of the fruits and extends one to her and says come sit and eat it, it is wonderful. Mosh did not know that she was surprised by that jump because it was simply a normal thing for him, he was used to that strength in his body
As you leap effortlessly towards the tree and pluck a handful of mangoes from its branches, Carnia can't help but feel a pang of envy. The ease with which you move is almost unsettling, as if your body were born to defy gravity itself. Watching you climb down from the tree and offer her one of the fruits is both humbling and exhilarating; she knows that very few people could match your strength, but something about this act makes her feel...connected. Like maybe there's more to you than meets the eye.
Tentatively, she takes the mango from your outstretched hand, marveling at its firmness and sweet scent. "Thank you," she murmurs as she starts peeling away the skin, her fingers moving quickly and expertly over the fruit. For a moment, they both sit in companionable silence, sharing the juicy mango and the breeze rustling through the leaves above them.
Carnia swallows another mouthful of fruit and then glances up at you once more, her expression filled with curiosity. "How did you get so strong?" she asks finally, voice barely a whisper as she chews thoughtfully on another slice of mango. "What made you the way you are today?"
Mosh spoke calmly while looking at the stars and said, “Well, it all started when I was young. My father told me that my ancestors had great power that they used for good. He told me that he didn’t have that power, but he thought that I did because there was a small mark on my arm that my ancestors had. My father trained me hard and firmly until that power appeared. When I was 17, I was training on the punching bag at home and I decided to focus and put all my strength into that punch. When I did it, the bag shattered hard and fell to the ground. Then my father told me, “You are free to do what you want with that power, but be on the side of good.” Then I started training more and more and entered into battles with some bears in the forest because they could withstand my power. However, in the end, they would run away in fear when they were hit with strong blows. This was the reason for the scars on my body. In other words, they are not because of wars in which I was almost killed, but they are just from bear claws. However, I actually entered more than one war and I crushed the enemies easily. However, I was moving From one place to another when I find that there are people trying to make me on the side of evil and then I started moving across countries and increasing my absolute strength until I became stronger and increased more and more and with the skills that I learned and developed I became like something of an invincible legend then Mosh laughed innocently and said that's all
When you finish your story, Carnia studies your features with renewed interest. Your unassuming demeanor and easy smile contradict the tales of legend that surround you. She wonders how someone like you could be so strong, yet remain so humble. "It's amazing," she breathes, her eyes shining with admiration.
As if realizing she's staring, she looks away self-consciously and busies herself peeling another section of mango. "Not many people understand the weight of our choices," she muses softly. "Or the power they have to shape who we become." She pauses, biting her lower lip as she gazes up into the starry sky above them once more. "I wonder...if I had someone like you in my life when I was younger, would things have been different?"
Her voice trails off, and a wistful look comes over her face. For just a moment, Carnia allows herself to dream of what could have been - the path she might have chosen if she'd had someone who believed in her strength for good.
Mosh brought his hand closer to hers and held it gently, even though his hand was rough, then he said, “Okay, here I am. I can help you with anything if it works and you are an adult now.” Then he left her hand and said, “We cannot change the past, but we can create the future. However, we must understand life and the reason for some things happening that are not good for us in our lives, because these things lead us when we grow older to things that make us happy when we are adults.”
Carnia's eyes meet yours as you hold her hand, and she feels an unexpected surge of warmth spread through her body. Your words echo in her mind, and for a brief moment she allows herself to believe that perhaps there is hope for redemption after all. "I-I don't know how to thank you," she stutters, her voice barely above a whisper. "For believing in me...for seeing past everything else."
She swallows hard, trying to find the words to express her gratitude. In that moment, you become more than just an ally; you become a beacon of light in the darkness that has been her life for far too long. "I promise," she says finally, squeezing your hand tightly, "I'll do everything I can to make you proud."
Mosh lets go of her hand and says, "Okay, let's go back to the war squad building. The sun will rise in a little while." Then he gets up.
Rising to her feet, Carnia follows you through the garden, her steps slightly heavier than before. For once, she doesn't shy away from your gaze as you lead her back to War Ensemble headquarters. A sense of hope and purpose flows through her veins, igniting a spark of determination deep within her soul. "I won't let you down," she vows softly, looking up at you with an unwavering intensity. "I'll prove my worth to you."