Satoya rolled through the concrete road, riddled with plants that protruded, representing how truly abandoned this middle school was. His sheathed katana fell near him. He was covered head to toe with scratches, with blood trickling down his face, his body aching with every breath, every movement. He looked around, his head ringing even louder than the one sided fight he somehow survived no less than a day ago.
He slowly pushed himself up, his arm holding his shoulder tightly, and step by step he dragged his body toward the sheathed sword. He finally made it to the blade, and reached for it until he heard someone curse.
"I am a fucking Lieutenant who was promoted by East of The Compass Rose himself!... there is absolutely no way I will lose to a kid!"
Satoya tilted his head toward Zykar, who seemed to be in a better condition than him, aside from the obvious charred up left half of his uniform, his cap was blown off, likely incinerated by the heat. What surprised Satoya the most was how Satoya didn't suffer any burns from the blast, however he felt relieved that he doesn't have any.
Satoya made an exhausted sigh, despite his body screaming at him to stop and seek help, he couldn't help but unsheath the katana, and weakly wield it.
"Sorry.. But I am 19.." He remarked with a slight grin. Grinning through the everlasting pain he is feeling due to adrenaline not kicking in yet.
Above, watching them from the blown off wall, was Isaac and Shizune, simply in surprise. Shizune turned her head to Isaac, she grabbed his collar again scolding furiously, "that was my crowbar, I'm gonna make you fuckin pay for it, asshole!"
"What? Satoya was gonna get his head blown off by that prosthetic, and you happened to be next to me!" Isaac took a short breath, before continuing "next time you're gonna be the one thrown.." He immediately sprinted, his hand waving for her to follow, "but we gotta help him out!"
"Wouldn't it be faster to jump?"
"Yeah I can jump down there, but you're going to break a leg."
"Fair."
They began sprinting through the corridor, the more they ran the darker it became, with their only source of light being the moonlight.
Zykar however already sprung into action, he stretched his prosthetic hand, until a dim orange blade encased the knifehand.
I feel like I'm in a sci-fi movie, but I should probably focus on not dying, I think I'm passing out from this pain.
They fought, every step Satoya took followed with a piercing ache in his legs, every swing was sluggish, everytime Satoya blocked, it was barely sufficient. All Satoya had in mind was to simply not die, or at least not die painfully, although the only plausible way he could die from this is the assumed heat blade from Zykar's prosthetic.
Zykar was obviously in the advantage, even if he was likely simply a fraud who bargained his way to his rank, considering that, there are 300 lieutenants in a single division, which quite literally means Zykar is the 2nd lowest ranked Lieutenant, he still has a sliver of a physical advantage, and the crystal clear prosthetic he obtained from making a deal with the Jurisdiction Gavel.
Satoya's fatigue faltered his every movement. Until he managed to swing his katana down Zykar's chest. Satoya felt that it wasn't a mortal wound, but he knew it hurt like hell from the sheer screams of agony Zykar himself was roaring over.
In a fit of desperation, Zykar punched Satoya in the face. The punch itself was quite frankly, extremely weak compared to the fist of the Alsaia Syndicate member, who Ludwig called Sullivan. The punch sufficed, causing Satoya to lose consciousness, from the already poor state Satoya was left in by the heat discharge, and the weak yet hard punch.
Zykar was sweating, his mouth was salivating from the intense pain of the chest wound, well, mainly due to him having a horrible pain tolerance. But he grinned in pride, his hands clenched, closed his eyes and faced up into the sky.
"I did it!..." He smiled, before yelling out "I WON!"
Something unexpected happened, Zykar felt the air becoming as cold as a billowing winter. Even though the air was wintry, he felt no snow, it was odd, it is still summer, yet why is he feeling cold?
His eyes fluttered open, widening upon an unforeseen sight. He was standing inside a celestial courtroom, lights of different colors speckled the surrounding every corner, it was as if he was simply standing amidst the middle of an endless desert of stars. He himself couldn't move a single inch, he could only talk..
"Where am I—"
His words were interrupted by an unknown force, akin to him losing the ability to speak entirely. And in front of him, was a bench made up of a condensed array of luminous glitter, lastly, a floating gavel, the same gavel one might find inside a traditional courtroom suspended above a wood block, or what appeared to be wood.
Pallid words formed out of nothingness. These words weren't of question, weren't of reasoning, yet a single accusation.
..The Deal was fragmented..
Unlawful Assault..
..Debt must be repaid..
The gavel struck the wood block, the collision was deafening, even if it was the same exact sound of a gavel hitting the wood block inside again, a normal courtroom.
This sound was followed up with the sound of tearing flesh, the loud noise of hyperventilation..
Zykar closed his eyes in pain, and opened them in panic, but he was back to the very concrete road littered with life, and an unconscious person he called a kid..
Meanwhile, somewhere in an unknown location, perhaps in a different Capital entirely, was a researcher, whose lab coat was spoiled with droplets of blood. Her face was covered by the cascading dark like she was a sinner whose face was meant to eternally be concealed. She appeared to be opening drawers, taking out files after another, until she opened a drawer. Below the yellow files, she noticed a displaced sheet of paper under all of the files. So she cautiously took the sheet of paper.
It was a drawing, a drawing that seemed to be made by a child but was left in surprisingly great condition. This drawing had 2 figures, girls to be precise. One was a taller girl in a scribbled lab coat, with "Yurina" scribbled above her. The other was a smaller child in a grey gown, and like the other girl, had a name poorly handwritten above her, which spelled out "Suya."