The story of Kazuto

“My name is Kazuto Minamoto, I am 14year old, and today I will go on my first real mission since I joined this lab, I was somehow able to hide a listening device and now I am using it secretly to record this, I am a little worried about it……

The mission is still a mystery to me but they are saying that I all the details will be given when I sneak into the mansion,

I am a little nervous but hope I succeed,

(after a pause in a sad voice)

Hope you are listening this, brother.

Anyways have to hide this device before they find me, see ya”

Then he closed stopped the device and whispered to himself “hope he finds it.”

It all started 5 years ago when I was first bought to this place as the part of batch 2, I don’t remember much but as far as I remember before coming to the lab I used to live in an orphanage, they say my parents died in a car accident and I was the sole survivor of that accident, I didn’t had anyone who could have taken care of me so the police gave me to that orphanage, what else they could have done about a 4 years old.

My time in the orphanage was not good but was not bad either, the adults there were cold and they didn’t really care about us, but they still gave us food and a warm place to live.

But there was an older kid there named Ningyo, he was 6 years older than me.

He was warm, cheerful and kind person, he took care of us like our older brother, he was the oldest there so even adults gave their tasks to him, which he did without any complaint.

We were living a happy life until one day some people in white clothes came and took most of the older kids somewhere including brother Ningyo. I was 6 when it happened, for three years we didn’t hear anything about them, it was mystery to us. But after three years those people in white clothes came back but the only person who came back with them was brother Ningyo.

We tried to ask him questions like where he went? and where the others are? But he didn’t answer any questions but only gave a weak smile as I looked closer, I saw his eyes they lacked the glow they once had those eyes looked dead that image of him was embedded in my brain.

He disappeared the very next day without any traces.

It was all a mystery to me but only after a few days those people in white clothes came back but this time they were there for us, they took us to a laboratory it was a big building with white tiles covering everything we were like100 in number they called us batch 2.

After that my life became a mess, our schedule became a chaos.

For the next whole year we were educated and were trained, we learnt many languages and different strategies to assassinate and kill people the only thing they wanted from us was to make us trained killing machines that will work on their command.

During that year I was only able to see brother for a few times equipped with weapons and covered in blood, I tried to communicate with him a few times but I failed every time it was all too confusing,

But after the first year came the testing time and it changed everything for the worse, we were compared against one another and those who were lacking were killed without any mercy,

This created fear in us, the fear to loose.

This made me realize something it made me realize what happened to brother Ningyo and what happened to the others and why they never came back, they were part of batch 1 and they faced the same things that we are facing right now maybe even worse.

The things brother faced made him cold and distant, he was the sole survivor of the first batch and this time one of us will be who he is now….

This after the first few deaths the atmosphere around us changed and everyone looked at each other as if they were enemies, things even worse from there, assassination attempts started happening not from the people in white but from amongst ourself.

Our trust in each other disappeared instantly, I found myself drowning in despair deeper and deeper I started seeing changes in myself I was not myself anymore I was like a stranger to myself.

Two more years passed, these two years were the longest years of my life and at the end of two years only 41 of us were able to make it, others died due to mental pressure or were killed for not being useful.

This is around the time I found out about their analysis system they took the grades of the highest scores in all the tests both written and physical and divided them by half and those below that half were killed, but this was not working very well as the amount of people score below half were almost negligible from last five months no one was killed,

For them it was a bad thing as they wanted to select the best before the next three years, so they decided to make some changes.

This was not an issue in the previous batch as one was way higher than the others so by the end of third year only one was alive.

From what I heard, brother Ningyo was a genetically modified kid, he was a prodigy who was good at everything and by the end of the second year of him being in the lab only 10 were left,

But this time no one was there who was like him so it was getting harder and harder for them to thin our numbers so they made two changes,

First, they decided that fifty percent was not going to work so they did it to seventy five percent.

Second, they decided to worsen our training and started giving us less food along with sharp chopsticks, they made It obvious that they wanted us to trim our numbers ourself.

This was not surprising to us at this point this went on for the next two years and after then our numbers were still 23.

They were not at all happy with the pace things were happening so they decided to send us on unknown missions one after another and this was the time I was able to sneak in a listening device that could record at our will, with that device I was able to communicate with brother Ningyo,

He was panning to get us out of that place and asked me to stay in this hell a little longer this was the first hope I saw in a long time,

Then I was assigned to my first mission, I infiltrated a mansion of a rich person and was assigned to kill him, killing was something they taught us along the line one way or another so I was able to complete the mission without any problem.

But what happened next completely broke me the only hope I had was taken away from me we were informed that, brother Ningyo died on a mission.

They wanted us to place him but this was all too sudden, the despair on my solder grew heavier and heavier but then………