Chapter 2: Pulchritude Faker.
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2 Years Later.
"Mm.."
He Murmured, Reading Through The Magazines Straight From The Countress Castle As Read In Small Detailed Boxes With Little Imprints On The Surface. The Enchantress Castle? Oh, It Was But One Of The Mere Seven Factions Of The Nurall Republic.
• One Of Which, Provided In Resources, Material, And Supply.
• One Of Food, Growth, And Gardening.
• One Of Wealth, Money, And Economy.
• One Of Strength, Guilds, And Stores Dedicated To Serving The Utmost Of Abilities.
• One Of Literature, Law, And Philosophy.
• One Of Health, Servitude, And Medicine.
• And The God Arch. The Seventh Faction Which Only Helped The Blessed Of The Rare Few Who Actually Acquired A Blessing.
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And Unfortunately, The Fifth Faction Now Releases The Most Dreary News. A Seventh-Day Attack On Another City Just As Close As The Walls Built Around Theirs. Conquest Was Inevitable For Humans. They've Always Learned To Conquer, Or Divide. Oh, But Kyoutani.
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He Didn't See Neither As Human Order.
A Philosophy Perhaps? A Sense Of Heroism As Is The Current Event Of Smoke And Brimstone Of Whatever City?
No, Heroism Was Dead. And He Was The One Who Has Killed It For Him.
" Theres One Place To Start Looking. "
Kyoutani Said Nonchalantly. Almost As If Nothing Had Happened Yet. Outside Was His Best Guess, Though To Whom Wondering What He Is Looking For, It Would Be His Lost Friends In The Back Of His Head Recalling His Own Personal Failure. A Cacophonous Failure In A Musicians Poetic Sheet Of Willpower Led By An Orchestrator Of Reflection. It Was Truly A Tale Of How Much He Hated The Thought Of Evil, Though He Wasn't The One Who Held The Spotlight Calling Himself The Good Guy In The End. That It Was What He Had To Do. He Simply Did It Because Its What He Felt Like Doing. In A Literal Sense, A Boring Rebellion. Saving The Lives Of Others Was Always A Little Bit Fascinating. To Take The Spotlight From Their Gratitude-Ridden Eyes Is All He Wanted, Maybe Something Darker Laughed Within Him As He Imagined Himself Fighting, While Intensely Leaping Over The Colossal Watchtower Carved Around A Magical Clock.
And He Felt Like Winning Today. Maybe It Meant Something Of More Results Today. That He Would Satiate Atleast A Sense Of Happiness. Diving Over The Urban Buildings, Woodencrafted Material Prancing Over Each Construction Site. Tamed Magical Beasts Voluntarily Helping Their Owners. It Was Normal. Beasts Became Pets Of Some Sort. Not All, But Vulnerable Specie.
Kyoutani Would Scoff At The Huge Slithering Smoke Rising Into The Clouds Just Around 24 Miles Away. Also Due To His Peaked Perception Skills That, He, Himself Trained To The Better Good.
His Footwork Shifted Slightly Side To Side As If Boxing, Blitzing At The Sound Of A Thunderclap Mixed With The Newest Encore Of Rain. Downward, And More-So Sideways With The Altered Sapphiric Planet. His Speed Coming To A Halt With The Lightning Strike Closing In Close. Luckily Nowhere Near Him. Blessings Still Interact Basically With The Environment.
His Cheeks Hollowing Out, Face Turning More Serious At The Sight Of A New Burning Trail. His Eyes Peering Open Wider, As If He Saw A Ghost. But It Was Just The Random Reminder Of A Dark Thought He Hadn't Seen Since 2 Years Ago.
He Had Finally Arrived After An Hour Or So, Finding Nothing Short Of Burning Ruin. Corpses Plastered Nearly Everywhere, Ones Not Given A Good Death Either. Horrifically Stretched, Bursted, Spun, Beaten, And Mangled. Half Of The City Had A Dark Undertone To Every Material, As If Fading To Black In Some Voided Film Played By A Monster Of Decease.
All You Could Hear Was The Fire Cackling, The Sound Of A Low Whistle Blowing Around The City, And A Deep Ambience That Washed Over. The Buildings Were Already Entirely Collapsed Or Nulled. Even Worse, Stacked With Tilted Glass Of Impaled Souls Who Once Heard A Whisper That They'd Never Go Home.
Thats What He Heard Too.
The Voice.
The Bleak Guttural That Cackled.
" LOokiNg For... ME?! "
The Dust And Stone Burned Off In A Sideways Line. A Blackened Silhouette, Masked By Its Outputting Mystic Form. Swirling, Dazy, Hypnotic Eyes Of White. He Was Glitchy, As If Stuck And Resided Somewhere Code Wasn't Familiar To.
Texts And Other Alike Going Through Him As If It Was An Aura.
It Moved Just Like Kyoutani Too, Fascinatingly.
" Your Scarily Close To Us, So Im Gonna Ask You To Leave. "
He Spoke Calmly, Nearly Unbothered By The Presence. But Something Told Him It Was Wonderful To Turn Back. To Leave. He Didn't Listen. He Wouldn't. No Matter What.
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"Oh? Would YOU Like tO PLAY, With ME?!"
A Raspy Aggravated But Snarky Voice Spat Out With Ink Trailing Its Feet.
"Freak."
He Mumbled To Himself. The Rain Casted The Fires Away, And Soaked The Streets Which Closed With Drains.
Half Of His Body Was Displayed To His Own Mind, Missing And Completely Torn Off. He Caught Notice Of The Entity's Movement, Dodging Perfectly Right, Then Dashing Back. But It Was All Planned Ahead, The Entity Re-Appearing Behind Him, Entering Inside His Body For A Mere Millisecond, Floating Outward. The Contact Made His Organ Writhe, He Puked Out Some Blood, Ink, And Weirdly Enough Metal In The Shape Of An Organ.
"That One Second, He Infused His Mana Inside My Body?! That Explains It Much Better. His Little Dashes, Teleporting. Its...."
"COPYING!"
Kyoutani Blurred Out Rushed And Bruised In His Head, As He Went In Headfirst To The Entity Surprisingly. It Was All Reversal Technique, Technique He Doesn't Do. Technique That Wasn't Expected Or Can Be Copied Without A First Try And Willingness To Acknowledge The Man.
He Made Contact Once More. Letting The Mana Flow Inside Of Him, But Blocking It Out Inside His Body, As He Dealt A Thunderous Impact To The Entity's "Body". It Was Physical, Appearing Almost Digital With The Flaw It Couldn't Get Rid Of. The Fact There Was No Visible Digitized Form To Copy. It Was Truly.....
"A GAMBLING KILL!"
Kyoutani Sweeped Below, Transferring All That Inner Mana In Defense Of The Last Contact, Into A Breathtakingly Beautiful Starry Uppercut.
It Was Breaking Through The Entity, Literally. And In Regard, It Took Ahold Of Kyoutani's Hand, Contacting It Just To Break It. It Slithered Away Out Of The Visible Existence.
Kyoutani Clutched His Wrist, Snapping It Back Into Place Without Alot Of Pain. Thats What Even The Smallest Amounts Of Mana Could Offer, Trustworthy And Handy Abilities That Defied Humanity's Roundabout.
" A Blessing That Can Copy In Any Sense? Thats One I Haven't Seen. It Kinda.....Makes Me Want To...."
His Smile Uplifted.
"PUKE."
Lowering Down With A Disgusted Face, As He Spat Out Some More Ink. It Tasted Awful, Unfortunately Swallowing Some Just Of Habit.
"It probably can't copy multiple things or people at once. No wonder it couldn't maintain my own movements for a while. It needs around a few seconds to copy a technique, and only copies one at a time. Still, its relatively dangerous to interact with it. Its got hypermana, coagulating with that weird cursed aura."
He Pondered To Himself, Walking Throughout More Of The City.
A Plan? No, It Was Gone And Time Should Ease Kyoutani's Wounds.
A Report? Probably Not. The Effects Of A Blessed User, And A Blessing User Coming To Report. Very Odd.
Restoration? The Worst Of All. Considering His Laziness And Own Ability Of Randomized Affecting Strength, He Couldn't Restore Anything If He Spent A Year. Being Generous.
Then What Was It. What Was The Final Key He Needed To Look For His Friends?
"Too Much For One D-
His Abyssal Eyes Lowered, Returning From Glowing.
"Oi!"
An Oddly Pestering Voice Called Out To His Surprise.
" Eh? ".
He Stared Flatly, But Eyes Widening Just A Bit To See.
"No Way....."
The End.