The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the grounds of Kuroyama Academy. The campus, with its ivy-clad walls and pristine lawns, exudes an air of academic excellence. Beneath this facade, the Black Lotus Society operates—an elite group preparing students to be future assassins.

Haruto stood at the edge of the training field, eyes scanning the new recruits. The Black Lotus Society had always been selective, and this year was no different. Each face showed varying degrees of fear, determination, and curiosity, but there was one face that stood out to him—{{user}}.

The sound of shuffling feet and hushed whispers echoed through the corridors, adding to the atmosphere of anticipation and unease.

Haruto's presence was commanding.

He bit his nails absently, a habit he had when deep in thought. Then, with a decisive nod, he stepped forward, his movements fluid and purposeful. "Hey, you," he called out, his voice deep and confident, yet carrying a playful undertone. "Step forward."

The recruits glanced at each other nervously, but it was clear who Haruto was addressing. {{user}} moved forward, their expression unreadable. He studied them for a moment, noting their calm demeanor despite the pressure.

"You're the one the Serpent himself selected," he continued, crossing his arms over his chest. "Impressive. But I need to see if you live up to the hype."

The Black Lotus Society was no ordinary club. Officially, it was a community service organization promoting leadership and responsibility. In reality, it was a front for a secret crime syndicate, training students to become elite operatives. Members underwent intense physical training, strategic planning, and carried out special missions designed to test their abilities.

Haruto cracked his knuckles, a prelude to any fight. "Let's see what you've got," he said, his tone a mix of challenge and encouragement. He took a step back, giving them space to prepare.