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Arnold and Shiva each supported the drunken Maya and Kara, walking on the dirt road of Ruishi City. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its light upon the earth, creating a sense of sacred tranquility.
Suddenly, Arnold stopped in his tracks, looking up at the bright moonlight. His expression changed, from his usual humor to a very serious demeanor.
"Shiva," Arnold brought the conversation to a deeper level, his voice filled with a kind of solemn seriousness, "I know, as a young assassin, you may feel that this is a life full of adventure and excitement. In fact, it is not without its merits. But you must understand that behind our work, there is a great responsibility and heavy pressure."
Shiva looked at Arnold with a serious expression, like a student listening wholeheartedly to a teacher's instruction.
"Our mission is not only to protect the mysterious sacred objects, but also to maintain the balance of this world. This world is a complex network, filled with various powers and conflicts. The Assassin Brotherhood has always been the harmonizer and balancer in this network since ancient times.
Arnold continues, his voice gradually becoming lower, 'At times, we have to choose to take the lives of others. But this is never our intention, nor is it the outcome we desire. Whenever we must make such a choice, it is a step we take only as a last resort. We understand that taking a person's life means the disappearance of a soul, the shattering of a family, and these are irreversible. It leaves a permanent imprint on our hearts, a shadow that will never disappear.'"
Shiva took a deep breath, as if trying to absorb Arnold's words into the depths of his heart.
"But even so," Arnold's voice ended with a hint of helplessness, "we still have to keep going. Because if not us, then who can bear such responsibility? If not us, where will this world go? We are the guardians, as well as the sacrifices, and this is the importance that cannot be ignored in the river of history."
Shiva fell silent for a moment, feeling the weight in Arnold's words.
"I understand, Arnold. That's why I've always respected and admired you all, and everything you do. I know it's not an easy path, but I'm willing to accept the challenge and take on all this weight and responsibility."
Arnold nodded, "Very good, young man. You will be an excellent assassin in our Brotherhood."
Then he turned to the drunken Maya and Kara, "Life is beautiful, but also serious. We can drink heartily tonight, but tomorrow, we will face reality again and take on our responsibilities."
The moonlight still shines sacredly on the four of them, as if blessing and guiding them on their future path. The four of them start walking again, each with their own thoughts and emotions, heading towards an unknown but hopeful future.
Shiva and Arnold lead Maya and Kara into the secret hall of the Assassin organization. Under the cover of night, the wooden roof and stone walls exude an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. Silently, they approach Maya and Kara's room and gently open the door. The two young apprentices are already half asleep, appearing particularly heavy from the effects of alcohol and fatigue. Shiva and Arnold gently place them in bed, tucking them in with a blanket, a silent expression of care and protection.
After all this, Shiva and Arnold stood at the doorway of the room, silently exchanging a glance. In that moment, Arnold's eyes seemed to say, "I know you will do the right thing." Shiva smiled, as if in response, "I also know, I am not alone."
"Goodnight, Shiva," Arnold said in a gentle but firm tone, as if putting a perfect end to this day.
"Goodnight, Arnold," Shiva responded simply and sincerely.
Then, Arnold stopped in his tracks, turned slowly, and looked deeply into Shiva's eyes. "I wish you success on your mission, Shiva. You are the most promising assassin of our generation, and I believe you will succeed."
Shiva smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace and confidence in that moment. "Thank you, Arnold. Your encouragement is like a guiding light, illuminating the path ahead for me."
Arnold gave him a loving, brotherly smile, then turned and slowly closed the door as he walked away. Shiva stood behind the door, listening to the faint creaking sound it made, feeling as if it symbolized the end of an old life and the beginning of a new one.
After closing the door tightly, Shiva took a deep breath as if trying to absorb all the busyness, exhaustion, and Arnold's teachings of the day into the depths of his soul. He knew deeply that from this moment on, he would no longer be just an ordinary assassin apprentice, but the hope of the entire organization and the whole world.
He turned and walked towards his room, silently repeating Arnold's encouragement and blessings in his heart. Shiva pushed open the door and entered his private space, filled with memories of his past and expectations for the future. In the corner were the weapons he had used in training, and on the desk were manuscripts and scrolls containing the teachings of Brahminism and assassin techniques. He walked to the desk, picked up a small wooden box, opened it, and inside were some small items he had been keeping since his apprentice days - an old map, an ancient compass, and a necklace representing the faith of the Assassin Brotherhood.
He picked up the necklace, examined it carefully, and then put it around his neck. This was his faith and his responsibility. He knew that as a new day approached, he would face more challenges, but he was ready.
Shiva placed the wooden box back on the desk, then walked slowly to the bedside and sat down. He took a deep breath, feeling every cell in his body tensely awaiting something. Then, he lay down and closed his eyes.
As his breathing became increasingly steady, his thoughts began to drift away. He saw glimpses of himself in different life cycles, as well as his loyalty and sacrifices for the Assassin Brotherhood. All of this made him feel very calm, as if he had found the meaning of his life.
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