September 5th, 2031 the first shipments of project SOLDIER have just arrived at 05:29 hours. The soldiers at the base just stared wondering what the hell is going on. These were just kids; some were barely old enough to even think about shaving. Why these kids all are wearing special strike force uniforms, was the thought that ran through the base personnel minds. One the young teenagers walked up the commanding officer of the base.
“Sir First, Second, and Third battalion of project soldier,” replied the teenager who was obviously was the leader of the battalions that just showed up. The commanding officer just gave a look over all of his new soldiers that were just placed under his command. None of them were above the age of fifteen, and this scared him shitless; what kind of sick bastards send kids over to fight their war for them.
“Is this some kind of joke boy, because it’s not fucking funny? Tell me the name of the sick bastard who put you kids up to this,” replied the general pissed beyond belief, he was expecting marines not kids. What happen next scared him so bad, he actually shit his pants. Before he could even blink the “boy” he had been talking to was holding a blade up to his neck.
“Pardon me sir, but you will respect our abilities. If you had not been our commanding officer I would have killed you,” replied the teenager slightly pushing the blade into the man’s neck, drawing some small traces blood. There was no emotion on his face or the others from project SOLDIER, but the other base personnel were frozen with fear, they didn’t see the kid even move. What the hell are we in for now, ran through all their heads. The said teenager slowly withdrew his blade from the man’s neck, still no emotion on his face. “Sir could you please show us our barracks we had a rough flight due to evading anti-aircraft fire.”
The said general just points to the barracks assigned to the new soldiers, looking like a complete idiot. Not too long afterward, people began to notice a foul smell in the air. The general just had a look of shame on his face as he went to change his pants. Soon afterward everyone on the base put two and two together, and laughs their asses off for the general shitting his pants. Not far out of ear shot the new troops suddenly heard the general giving them their first set of orders.
“You have until 06:00 hours tomorrow to get situated in your barracks, after that report to me for your missions,” replies the general, suddenly finding the courage to speak, after literally shitting himself in front of all of his troops.
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At 06:00 hours, all three battalions of project SHOLDIER were waiting to receive their missions for the day. The commanding general was strong man who stood six foot one, had black hair with the standard military crew cut, and was wearing army pants with a grey shirt. As he was sitting at his desk he began to give out missions to his new troops, all the while thinking; why God, why give me a bunch of murderous teenagers instead of some marines. As he was getting close to being done with handing out missions, he suddenly spotted the “boy” who held the blade to his neck the day before. As he was getting a closer look at the kid; he noticed a few things: one this teenager is way more muscular than any other fourteen year old he has ever seen, two the blade he used yesterday was a dagger that was strapped to his right boot, third was a look in his eyes that showed that he had killed countless times before, and finally on his right arm a tattoo which read 39864. What the fuck, ran through the general’s head as he continued to stare at the strange tattoo.
A small “ahem” from the kid was all it took to the general out of his thoughts. The general just glared at the teenager trying to look tough, but was failing miserably. The other officers present began to make bets whether the general would shit his pants again. The fourteen year old teenager just gave the general a look that said “I don’t care”, a couple of seconds later the teenager flared a powerful killer intent. The killer intent was scaring the hell out of everyone present, except for one from project SOLDIER who weren’t fazed in the slightest. The said general just took a shit in his pants again, with an annoyed look on his face he hands over a manila colored envelope to the teenager. The teenager just gave a quick salute and walked out the building without saying a word. Soon afterward the general left to change his pants, and muttering over and over again, “why me, why do I have put up with this shit?”
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In a heavily armored vehicle speeding down the busy streets of Bagdad; a black haired teenager with a tattoo that marked him as experiment number 39864. The fourteen year old teenager had changed his outfit before leaving to go on his mission. His outfit now consisted of black army pants tucked into his combat boots, also a twin set of katanas attached to his large belt. He wore a black short sleeves shirt that he wore a bullet proof vest over. On his vest there are patches that mark him as an American soldier; the vest was just for looks because he can move faster than any bullet on the planet. Covering up half of his lower face was a black mask, and to finally complete the ensemble there were half a dozen grenades strapped to his belt. the twin katanas were of a special design, the swords were designed for only three people experiment number 39859, 39872, and last but not least him. Each one of them had their own pair of katanas. These blades were made from a new type of titanium alloy, making the blades near impossible to break. The blades were laser sharpen to give it the ability to cut through anything like butter. To draw his blade all he had to do was pump chakra into the blade, the sheaths would snap open allowing the blades to fall out. To make the blades even more dangerous, all one had to do was pump even more chakra into the blade to incase the blade in lightning.
The mission he was given was a very simple one destroy all the targets in the given area. His targets are a group of dangerous terrorists that have been causing some serous damage to the armed forces for some time. He was not allowed to take any prisoners; he was given orders to kill all of his targets on sight. As he made his way towards an apartment complex that the enemy was last seen; he came across two lookouts. Using extreme stealth and speed he snuck up behind to two guards, without making a sound or being seen. Standing behind the two guards the fourteen year old pulls out a dagger that strapped to his right boot, and slits the throat of one of the guards. Before the other guard could even react, the same dagger that killed his comrade was rammed into the back of his skull. All that was heard from this slaughter was a small gurgling noise from the dieing men. The fourteen year old then hid the bodies, and used a genjutsu to hide the blood and brains splattered everywhere.
Deep within the apartment complex, the fourteen year old teenager thought back to the ten guards he had killed in the hallways. As he kept thinking back to the past guards, he looked at the hilt of the broken dagger in his hands. The last of the ten guards, he killed by driving the blade of the dagger deep into the man’s skull. He broke the blade of the dagger off by twisting the blade in the man’s forehead, as he was coming out of his thoughts he threw the hilt of his dagger over his shoulder. He suddenly came to a stop outside of a door deep within the apartment complex. Using a scanning jutsu, he scanned the room to discover that all of his targets are in the same room. A sinister grin spread across his face; this is going to be easy, ran through the teenager’s mind.
Kicking down the door, he ran into the room and stooped a few feet into the room. There stood in the room the fifteen most wanted terrorists on the planet; they glared at this intruder, wondering who the hell this kid is. One the men in the room picks up a radio, and using a Middle Eastern language called out for all the guards to come to the room. When no guards came they began to get uneasy at the situation, they began to give a death glare at the teenager who knocked down the door. The said teenager just didn’t even care; one of the terrorists began to worry and with horrible English asks. “What the hell did you do to our men, you little bastard?”
“I did nothing but end their lives, now I must end your’s. Please do not beg for me to spare your lives, for I will do no such thing,” replied the fourteen years old with no emotions shown on his face. The teenager began to flare up a killer intent, which had all the men in the room frozen with fear. After a couple of minutes of being trapped in the killer intent, some of the braver ones began to reach for their weapons.
Before they could even blink the teenager grabbed the hilt to one of the twin katanas attached to his belt. Charging chakra into the hilt of the blade the katanas sheath snapped open to allowing the blade to fall out. Rushing forward to one of his targets on the other side of the room, he swung the blade vertically to cut the poor man in half. It was a perfect symmetrical cut made into the man; all the others in the room just stopped in their tracks, watching the remains of their comrade who is now in two halves. As the remains of hit the ground, all of his blood flew freely out of his two halves; if one would at the man‘s head they would see brain, also cut perfectly symmetrical. Never before have they seen a human with this kind of power, they knew that there was no way they could survive this encounter.
Three of the men closest to the door tried to make a break for it, fleeing for their lives. Before they could even make it to the door, a black blur suddenly appeared and cut off their escape route. There stood the teenager, the terrorists turned their head in the direction he last stood; they then turned there head back to the teenager. There was still no emotion written on his face, the mask that covers the lower half of his face makes even harden to read emotions from this teenager. All of a sudden a flash of silver filled the air, and the heads of the men who tried to make a run for it fell to the ground mere seconds before their bodies hit the ground. The men who still had the ability to breathe fell deeper into shock at this young man’s ability to kill, without showing remorse of any kind. There were now eleven of these men alive, the experiment now turned to face the rest of his prey. A man who was standing in a corner aimed an AK-47 at the teenagers head, with the back of his enemy turned to him; he squeezed the trigger releasing a wide spread of bullets.
What happen next defied all known logic, the young man held his arm out with his hand open. Suddenly a force field appeared up in front of the teenager, protecting him from the bullets that would have ended his life. The force field was made up of some black energy. “This is one of my personal jutsu that I have created myself; I call it solar eclipse barrier jutsu. I can create hand signs so fast, that no normal human can even see my hands move,” said the teenager to rest of his victims. Before any of them could even react he grabbed the hilt of his other sword, and charged chakra into the hilt of the blade. With chakra being pushed into the hilt of the blade, the sheath snapped open allowing the blade to fall gibing him the ability to draw the blade at remarkable speed. He began to charge even more chakra into the hilt of his blades causing the blades to be incased in a coating of lightning.
The jaws of the eleven men hit the floor, at this act of power. Before they could even do anything their lives ended in a flash of lightning. He took one look around the room to make sure that all of his targets were eliminated. Finding that none are left alive he went to search the rest of the apartment complex, to find any more opponents that need elimination. After searching the whole building and confirming that he had finish his mission he left to head back to the base to get some rest and relaxation.
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