A tall, muscular man was meditating in an empty field. He was in his twenties. He had short, blonde hair and rich brown eyes. Slight stubble covered his chin.

He was slightly handsome. He would look like a gentleman if you didn't see the scars across that face. And once you saw those scars, you knew who you were dealing with and get the hell away from him.

That man was known as One, the deadliest man on the planet.

He could kill you seven times before you hit the ground. He mastered all of the fighting styles known to man, and some known to animals. No one would mess with him unless you wrote your will and looking for a painful way to die. Yes. He is that deadly.

The man was trying to find peace to meditate but a few words from his previous master kept racing in his head. He thought back to his master's death bed, him kneeling next to his bed. His master was deathly ill. He was also the previous deadliest man in the world before him.

One remembered him saying, "My young pupil, I will die very soon. This, I sense. And when I die, you will become the new One." The younger man shook, "Why me? I am just number Six!" The elder chuckled slightly, and then coughed, "You are the only deadliest man left. Your comrades have been slain, young one." The younger man was in shock, not knowing that his comrades were dead. The old man went on, "Besides, you have been the best pupil I ever had. And since you are going to be One, I want you to train your own deadliest men. Find children who you know will have the skill...and train them."

That conversation was over a year ago, and One was delaying himself to find students. Yes, he wants to honor his master's whishes, but he thinks he isn't ready to teach a child. He doesn't even know how to find that 'skill' in someone, let alone a child. He was just so confused about the whole thing.

The man gave up on meditating and decided to look into the clear, blue sky. He knew he could wait no longer to find his students. He didn't have the time anymore.

He had to find them now or it was never going to happen.

He guessed that he would use his master's methods of training. He would use the dojo his master used. Now he just had to find the kids he was going to train. His master found him at an orphanage, so he supposed he should look a couple of those first.

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