Special Force Reborn の小説・ストーリー

The Hidden Fortress Through the freezing darkness, we emerged into a massive underwater docking station, lit dimly by pulsing red warning lights. And there, waiting like a monster from the deep, rose Eos Reborn—Natalia Cross’s last stronghold, rebuilt, deadlier, and more advanced. Cold certainty settled in. She never intended to run... she’d been building this all along. Ambushed in the Dark Before we could move, armored guards emerged from the steel walkways, their rifles raised, trapping us on the flooded platform.

Luna, who had been cleaning the stairs, Karen, who had been talking incessantly, and Drew, who had been frantically signaling Karen with his eyes, were all struck silent. "Who do you think is the real head of this household? If you're unwilling to perform the part you're paid for, then feel free to pack your things and move out of here." I used to be too nice to the household staff at home, which led them to take advantage of me when I was gravely ill in my past life. It was only after I had been reborn that I realized that there would always be people who would take advantage of you—no matter how kind you were to them.

The reckless one. I came from chaos too, just a different kind. My mom was barely conscious half the time, strung out on whatever she could find. My parents sold me off for a crack. I raised myself. Learned to fight the streets before I ever saw a battlefield. I became the guy who made people laugh, who jumped headfirst into danger just to feel something. But it was always a mask. Thrust into the hands of the Special Forces. Not the typical kind—this wasn’t some noble patriotic mission. No, this was the underground unit. The ones nobody talks about. The ones built for war, for blood, for obedience. A pack of lost boys trained to kill and survive.

Oh yeah I forgot the fact that we are the special team, the elite and apparently the strongest out of the bunch, but then why did we have to struggle so much and even end up losing as well, we were meant to be the strongest…… ( The voice fades for a while) [Flashback] …………………… UNKNOWN FEMALE : Come on Sirius, this is an important mission we can’t just back out just because we might face a few obstacles, we have to push through and match forward, OK?? SIRIUS : Yes big sister, I guess you’re right anyways.. I wonder what I was getting scared for anyways, we’re the strongest, right?? UNKNOWN FEMALE VOICE : Yes we are...( voice trails off as darkness returns) ……………………. [End of flashback] UNKNOWN

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Special gave out a nonchalant look and with a weird smile she walked out of her and went to Jeiel who was now conscious. "Jeiel. she called trying to touch him but it moved backward. "I am Special from the underworld and am here to give that which you yearns for, she whispered grinning widely at him. "Now I want you to be good to me because I am your saviour and am here to help you, okay, she fluttered her eyes at him. She closed her eyes and focused her mind on Jeiel. She watched the tiny memories of Jeiel and clicked past them like her gallery.

“You sound like a bunch of girls, all pink on the inside. Mandla’s a busy man and this is the only time he’ll see you. Let me guess, Big John, you’re not a fan of crowds?” “Which operator is a fan, you fucker?” Anton laughed. He was enjoying this. Max would bet that the tough mother was a regular visitor to this part of town. Anton Vorster’s hardness resulted from the brutal life he’d lived as a South African Special Forces Soldier—also known as Recce—ruthless warriors who instilled fear in their enemies. For many years, Recce was ranked as the best trained unit worldwide. Now many of the Former SF men found themselves unemployed. Some turned to mercenary work. Max knew of Recce fighting the

she asked, and when he nodded, she grimaced. “It’s the scariest existence ever,” she answered. “I told you that our strength varies depending on our divine inheritance— the blood of our ancestors waking up in our bodies, right?” “Yeah, I remember about the awakened and the transcendent,” he answered, and then did a double take, his eyes wide. “Is that someone with a stronger divine inheritance than a transcendent?” “They don’t have divine inheritance,” she said. “Then what?” Dr. Jensen was confused, and Evie smiled bitterly.

Silent's voice resonates with authority. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I speak in a nervous tone. "Silent, I need your help. I have a problem that needs to be taken care of discreetly." Silent's confident tone cuts through the air, "Tell me more. I specialize in solving problems of all kinds." Silent leads me through the darkness into an abandoned warehouse, shrouded in secrecy. We approach a group of men, their presence exuding danger and capability. Silent's voice cuts through the silence as he introduces each man to me. Blade, Viper, and Reaper, the best in their field. They possess skills that leave no trace behind.