"Hm, though I have a question," Alex said suddenly as she picked up her bag.
"What is it?" she asked.
"When will the guys from Hand come?"
Hearing the question, Colleen paused. Her eyes narrowed. From the zipper of her bag, she swiftly pulled out a small knife and made quick motions, sending the knives flying around Alex—but Alex stayed calm, as Cypher intercepted the Knife easily.
"Let's talk civilly, or this might not end well for you," he said, sitting down at a chair nearby and motioning for sit too, while Cypher quietly moved around the dojo, watching her.
Colleen looked warily at the strange creature moving around her dojo, pacing back and forth. She stayed still, eyes wide, swallowing hard at the unsettling presence.
"Relax. It won't harm you, as long as you cooperate," Alex said coldly, eyes locked on her.
"What do you want?" she asked.
Alex's tone turned colder. "You know Sue?"
Colleen paused, thinking of the girl she'd heard the name of before. "I know her."
"Good. Then where is she?" Alex pressed.
She met his gaze. "Bakuto has her."
Alex frowned. "Who's Bakuto?"
"He's one of the fingers in Hand. One of their leaders," Colleen explained.
Alex nodded slowly, then asked for Bakuto's address.
Colleen shook her head slowly. "I don't know where Bakuto's hideout is exactly. He's careful—never stays in one place for long. Even within Hand, only a few know his real location."
Alex clenched his jaw, frustration flickering in his eyes. "So how am I supposed to find him then?"
She hesitated, then added, "There's a place where Hand operatives gather sometimes. It's a bar on the east side—The Black Lotus. Maybe you can start there."
Alex nodded. "Alright. Thanks."
Alex said as Cypher slipped back into his shadow, preparing to leave. He paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder.
"By the way, you're really my type."
Colleen raised an eyebrow.
"After I'm done with this, let's go on a date?" Alex added with a smirk.
Colleen smiled wryly. "That's one way to ask for a date."
"Maybe," Alex nodded confidently.
Hee turned and left, as she sat on the chair with a thud as if her legs gave up, sweat still damp on her skin. A chill ran down her spine, an uneasy feeling creeping in.
"Who... no, what is he?" she murmured softly, eyes flickering toward where Alex had just stood moments ago.
Colleen sat in the quiet dojo, the faint sound of the city outside barely reaching her ears. Her heartbeat slowed, but the unease lingered. She couldn't shake the feeling that Alex was more than just a skilled fighter or a charming stranger.
She glanced again toward the door, half-expecting to see him step back inside, but the room remained empty.
Colleen rubbed her temples and whispered, "There's something… different about him. Something dangerous."
She stood, moving to the window to peer out into the night, wondering what storm she had just invited into her world.
Outside, the city lights flickered—unaware of the battles and secrets stirring in the shadows.
Colleen turned to the side, walking to a section of the wall. She pressed her palm against it, and a hidden compartment slid open. Inside rested a long katana—a Meito, known for its high craftsmanship and sharpness, forged in forgotten fires and sharpened through endless battles.
She reached for it, fingers brushing reverently against the hilt, then drew the blade slowly. Its edge gleamed coldly as she held it up to her face, the reflection capturing the tension in her eyes.
"Next time, let's see if I can cut that beast," she muttered, steadying her breathing as she felt her heartbeat thunder in her chest.
"For I… next time, I won't be the one trembling while he just stands there."
As the words left her lips, a faint golden glow shimmered across the surface of the katana—subtle at first, then growing in intensity. The air around the blade rippled softly, and the metallic edge began to hum with quiet resonance.
Her Chi.
It flowed not through her fists like Danny Rand's, but into her blade—refined, disciplined, and deadly. Colleen Wing, once a disciple of Bakuto, had learned the ancient teachings passed down from K'un-Lun, molded by the Hand, yet never completely theirs.
Her style was graceful yet explosive, reserved yet lethal. And unlike the Iron Fist, her Chi didn't just empower her—it bonded with her weapon.
Her katana was no longer just a sword. It was an extension of her spirit, and now, glowing with that mystic energy, it became something else—something sacred and deadly.
The golden light faded into a low pulse, like a heartbeat, as she sheathed the blade.
"Next time, Alex… we'll see who really stands still."
She turned back to the center of the dojo, her eyes burning with quiet resolve.
She set the katana down beside the other training weapons, her fingers brushing over each with purpose. Next time, she would be ready.
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Alex mounted his bike once more, the cool night air biting at his skin as he sped away from the dojo. Cypher slithered silently along his shoulder, its dark form blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the streetlights.
His mind raced—Bakuto, Black Lotus, Hand's underworld—the pieces were slowly coming together, but the picture was still far from clear. Whatever Sue had gotten tangled in, it was deep, and dangerous.
The route to Black Lotus's hideout was winding, tucked away in one of the city's oldest and most forgotten districts—a place where the streetlights were dim, and the air smelled of rust and rain.
Alex's grip tightened on the handlebars. Tonight wasn't going to be just another fight. It was a step deeper into the darkness.
Ahead, the narrow alleyways grew tighter, the shadows thicker. Somewhere in this maze was the answer—or a trap.
He glanced at Cypher, who seemed alert, sensing the tension.
"Let's see what you're really made of," Alex muttered, pushing forward into the night.
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