The water burbles as many steps rapidly pass, faint breathing echoed in a dark corridor, its walls were white with an eastern style top, reeking of Japanese culture.
A woman was jittering as she ran for dear life, her kimono throttled as her body found herself in the air, she lurched up high enough to be at ceiling level.
"Stop her! By the Council Mystica, she will be executed for treason and confidential violation!" A man who wore a yukata and a big straw hat yelled, taking many residents' attention who rested at dusk.
Many left their little village huts, glancing confused by the fuss, everyone asked themselves: who was being perpetrated?
The woman who had a firm look in her eyes, jumped from house to house, landing on a huge Sakura tree; looking around for any Mystica Force.
She sighed and gasped for oxygen, she murmured. "I need to leave Hiroyama…" Her body stopped m
A red-haired boy was strolling around trying to find the library, he found himself lost because his senses were still dim after...karate-chopping his nether region. He still couldn't rid Yuri of his mind, she became more assertive...even more than Hanako! How is that humanly possible?! It was unbelievable, Shuuta finally understood how Yuri truly feels...not to mention, "I'll gladly give him my soul, my body and mana..." Shuuta parroted her exact words. Shuuta face palmed and sighed. "What am I going to do?" He remembered the promise that he'd made to the scary ghost, but to betray such a promise? He couldn't bring himself to do it, but on the other side of the coin, his childhood friend was showing more and more signs of love towards him. "Let's not forget about the chunni..." The word "Mater" echoed with a gentle voice. "A
Shuuta had fallen asleep for a small moment, only to be gripped from his collar and yanked from his seat aggressively onto the wooden floor. "Gak! What the-?!" His eyes opened up to a beautiful lady, pointing his hands at him, embed with greenish mana. "Who are you? And where am I?" Her voice was cold, yet elegant. "Calm down! I'm Katashi Shuuta, the one that saved your life!" Shuuta hurried his mouth, thanks to Shuuta's hectic jabber, she managed to relax after hearing Shuuta's name. "Katashi... I see, so you're that kid." Her expression was piercing and calculative, making Shuuta very uncomfortable. "That kid? You know me?" The pretty lady nodded continuing with her words. "You opened up that Menos in the sky. You're infamous inside Hiroyama." Wait, infamous? Shuuta wondered if
Shuuta reached the wild-mannered boy with a shattering blow to his side, only to have defected from his trajectory, his fists missed and suddenly the demonic skull cracked, with a sudden wail coming from the fist. "Arght!" Shuuta clutched his fist in pain. Shuuta felt a cold hand grip his neck from behind, he then found himself flying through the air, his body slamming to a force of energy. His body then slammed on the ground creating a huge dust screen. "Entertain me more! Amuse me more!" Shuuta ran past the screen and shot a Demonic Skull-like projectile. "[Devourer Seeker!]" His voice shouted. "Useless!" Yaseiko extended his body and waited for the seeker to strike. Boom!* "Did that get him?" Shuuta saw a dust screen expand once more and waited to see the orange-haired boy. Th
One would wonder what the eye can see through pure darkness, normally one would ponder at such a question and realize, that darkness is just a state of being, dark, black, the abyss, is it a color? or is it something else entirely. Shuuta wondered that many times, and this particular time, he was in sight with darkness, as an entity, all he could see, and feel was the embodiment of darkness itself. "Shuuta. We meet again." It said, if 'it' was a thing, Shuuta felt that 'it' was something else entirely. "Who the hell are you? Are you even a monster?" 'It' started laughing, as if it wasn't the first time someone had told him that. "I'm no monster, no. But I am me." "What kind of answer is that, I don't even know who you are old man...old man?" Shuuta questioned himself; why did he say old man as if he knew him? "Oh? Are you re
A day passed and he still was sulking, he noticed an ugly scar on his right wrist, almost as if it was sliced clean from the flesh. His face became darker, he realized as well, he lost his hand in battle. He clenched the hand that had the scar, gritting his teeth harder. A memory of his past day arrived at his temple, he remembered a small conversation with Kentaro, in the infirmary, he had asked with utmost sincerity about something but circumstances took a turn for the worst? Maybe the best? ... "Y-you...how did you infiltrate Memorial?" "What? Who-" A man wearing a tank top and a pink scarf around his thick neck, chocolate hair, and beautiful gem-like eyes were glowing, staring back at them, with dumbfounded looks on both Kentaro and Shuuta. "Brother? Why are you here?" Kentaro had a stutter, backin
Shuuta had a wide grin plastered across his bright face. He was strolling by the side of the school, with his Katana hanging from his back, he walked and walked through the side making his way to the back patio, where the land of dirt and grass resided, it was half a kilometer approximately, and was scorching because of the stinging sun. Shuuta finally saw a man whistling away, killing his time. It was Kento, he also noticed Shuuta and raised his hand as a greeting. "You're here! Took you long enough." Shuuta ran to his new mentor and waited for his further instructions. "I see you're eager to train, I only decided to help you because you have potential. Your survival rate and low level showed me how good you are, so I'm expecting good results from you...umm-" Shuuta glared despondently, only to speak up with resolve. "Shuuta, Katashi Shuuta!" He points at his chest and
"Why are you back Kento-boy? You're not thinking of stealing the Black scroll are you?" "No, I'm not here to end the world. I'm here to ask for a favor…" Slam!* The old geezer slammed the marble where they sat, cups filled with tea splattered on the table. "How dare you! You don't have the right! Not after what you've done!" The geezer barked at the nonchalant Kento. Granny Iho raised her hand at the geezer, silencing him. "You know the gravity of what you've done boy, yet you seek me, your enemy? Why is that? You must have some important favor for you to risk your position." Kento scratched the back of his head nonchalantly. "Where to start…First of all, Abbadon is alive." Granny Iho and the geezer both raised from their sits. "What?! Demon King Abbadon is
Clang!*Clang!*CLANG!*Shuuta slashed masterfully as he gripped his infamous Katana, on the other hand, Granny Iho was parrying every blow that came towards her.Shuuta felt like he was slashing at a metaled wall! He couldn't dent or even leave a mark, she was stronger than all the opponents he'd faced before, that's for sure.Granny Iho remained quiet with a stern face, fighting to the fullest she's been.Shuuta then grabbed his scabbard from his back and carried it with his left hand.Shuuta suddenly sheathed his Katana back and unsheathed it with one single motion, slashing upwards and aimed downwards, making a crescent moon.Clang!*Granny Iho then started a dance streak, with her twin blades at hand, almost slicing Shuuta like meat.Shuuta was able to parry the top part