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[Location: Unknown] [Island]

(3rd person POV)

The League was originally thought to be nothing more than a myth created by Ra's al Ghul, to frighten his followers into submission, but in reality, they were created by Ra's to stop mankind's course of destroying itself. After learning of Ra's true purpose for the Shadows, Shiva turned them against him and used them for her own path of destruction and power.

Right now, they are at war with the League of Assassins.

Lady Shiva was overseeing the training of her army. As she watched her students spar, she couldn't help but think of a plan to destroy the League. The Shadows were the best of the best. They were ruthless, cunning, and most importantly, loyal to their cause. It didn't matter what she wanted them to do, as long as she was alive and well, the Shadows would never question it.

This batch of shadows is going through their final year of training. Out of these fifty students, only twenty would survive. After years of training and discipline, Shiva knew these students' limits, and she made sure that their training was going as planned. She only wants the strongest Shadows and nothing less.

The weak would die before becoming an elite Shadow. She'd done it dozens of times before and would continue to do so. Shiva looked up towards the sky. The sun is slowly creeping over the mountains, signaling a new day. She felt a sense of uneasiness for some reason. It was as if a weird pressure was coming from the sky.

"Humm." She could feel a faint vibration on her body. It's coming from the sky, but what could it be? The vibration kept coming every once in a while. It lasted for a few hours, before finally disappearing. Whatever it was, it left her with a sense of unease and discomfort.

'Damn.'

That wasn't supposed to happen. Her mind started going crazy at this feeling, searching through the different scenarios that could lead to this. One in particular came to mind. The blue and red streak in the sky she saw this morning! She knew it. She saw two human figures disappear in the sky this morning. No one saw them but her, but she had a suspicion that this incident had something to do with their appearance.

'Metahumans?' She wondered what kind of abilities those have other than flight at supersonic speed. To travel faster than the speed of light! Such technology did not exist, that's why she concluded them as metahumans. 'We need to take care of Ra's before aiming our daggers at the rest of the world. I wonder, what kind of fight will they give me?' 

Lady Shiva couldn't help but feel excited. She doesn't even remember feeling such uneasiness in her entire life. She's the strongest. A true master of lethal arts. But at the speed the blue and red streaks flew, there ain't many humans who could see them at that speed, and she couldn't think of anyone faster than her. But not everything could be seen with her eyesight. She needed to think beyond her five senses, and now the appearance of these "Metahumans", has opened her mind to new possibilities and strengths.

After a while...

Lady Shiva stopped the training session. She looked at her daughter, Cassandra, and spoke to her through sign language, telling her to get ready for 1v1 fight with them.

Cassandra was the daughter of David Cain, an operative named "Orphan", who worked as an assassin for Mother. He raised Cassandra alone and forced her not to speak but to "listen" to body movements and react accordingly, with deadly precision. She was intended to be a "gift" to Mother, to show her that child assassins could be manipulated through "the old ways" instead of through the use of drugs. When Lady Shiva found out about David's plan, she killed him in cold blood for using her daughter and dealing with a mere human trafficker. 

[*Mother was an enemy of Batman and Robin. She was a human trafficker who with the help of her right-hand Orphan, she orchestrated tragedies within her victims' lives to traumatize them, so she could then take them under her wing and train them into her soldiers.*]

The entire courtyard was silent. Only the sounds of footsteps were heard. Cassandra, who was the youngest participant at 19 years old, stepped up to face them. They each drew their weapons. Her opponent, a 6'5'' man with a slim figure, took a katana. Cassandra held only a 7-inch dagger. She had the smaller blade because her goal wasn't to kill her opponent but to show off her techniques to her mother by painfully stabbing her opponent to submission under her feet.

Cassandra's short black hair waved in the wind while her brown-colored orbs scanned every inch of her opponents before her. It was time to begin.

She instantly sprinted toward the man before her. As she closed the gap, she jumped and swung her dagger downward with lightning-fast speed. Their blades clashed! The man quickly pushed her blade aside. However, Cassandra had already foreseen the counter. She slid her small dagger through the gap in her enemy's arms and headed straight for his face. Unfortunately, his free hand managed to deflect the attack.

Cassandra didn't give him a chance to recover. Her attack just now, has sliced off her opponent's left palm, now is the time to press on and continue with the consecutive attack.

'Speed. Power. Balance. Precision.' Lady Shiva had always told her about those aspects in every fight. Speed is what allowed her to get close to her target. Power is what gave her the ability to kill a man with a single strike. Balance is what allowed her to flow from one movement to another without losing focus. Precision is what allowed her to hit her targets without fail.

Cassandra is the perfect mix of all of them.

It was the most difficult of times for the man as he was unable to do anything but defend.

Cassandra's speed was too much for him to react. She dashed behind him and sliced his back.

"Humff!" The man, swang his katana 360 degrees, trying to create a room for breathing, but it was useless as Cassandra jumped over his shoulder and sliced off his cheeks, before jumping back. 

Even after sustaining such injuries, the focus didn't disappear from that man's eyes. While Cassandra was truly superior in all aspects, what she lacked was patience. And that's what he was going to take advantage of. He continued to move her body, avoiding critical injuries, while he looked for an opening to attack.

Lady Shiva watched this fight with a cold gaze. She'd been watching her daughter's fight with the same indifferent look. The longer the fight went on, the more she found the man's movements strange. It was as if he wasn't trying to win the fight but instead, enduring it.

She didn't want to be hasty but, when the man got another cut on his chest, she finally ordered her daughter to end the fight.

Cassandra spun her dagger over her palm as she rushed in for the final strike.

The man grinned, showing off his bloody teeth, as he took a lower stance of quick draw technique. He pressed his legs firmly on the ground, making a small crater around it, and held his Katana. One hand holding the scabbard, the other holding the hilt. His eyes narrowed as he focused on his target.

The air seemed to freeze, everything happened so quickly, yet at the same time, felt like a slow motion. The crowd held their breath as the tension reached its peak.

"I guess, I'm still weak. It was a good fight," The man coughed out blood. He grabbed his sliced-up stomach, preventing his internal organs from falling off, before falling to his knees. He glanced back with a painful smile, "But... You should be more careful in the future. Overconfidence is a deadly enemy."

Cassandra felt a piercing pain. She touched her stomach and saw blood. Her wounds weren't deep, but this was the first time someone from training shadows had managed to hurt her.

She didn't know what happened. She was too fast for her opponent. She shouldn't have been hit.

Lady Shiva stood up and looked at the man.

"Treat his wounds," She ordered and then turned to Cassandra. She talked to her in sign language, "Patience is what can not be taught. It's what you have to learn by yourself. If you are too impatient, you will die. Go back to your room, apply medicine to your wounds, and meditate. We'll talk later."

She turned around and left, followed by the rest of the shadows.

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Next, Ch: 133: Unpredicted events

Ch: 134: New threats

Ch: 135: Gift or Curse?

Ch: 136: On the way to Nanda Parbat

Ch: 137: Seven Men of Death

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