In a mysterious office. A cyan-haired figure enters in the middle of the silent night and pats the sleeping white-haired man within. It then woke up and stretched its arms, yawning.“Do you know what time it is?” Asked the man.“Sir, it's 4 in the morning. It’s time for us to go”“Ahh, yes… correct”The man then smiled as he stand up.Let’s see, if we can find… one of the vessels. Tch heheheeJune 19, 3142, Homura Academy. The day has come, Homura Academy’s annual Olympiad-like event. An event where students are supposed to have fun as their parents watch them in the same manner. And yet, some don’t follow the same formula. Some see the event as a day to have fun, while some see it as serious business for either themselves or the clan which they proudly represented in their classes.The crowd with a variety of clans began to fill the bleachers of the establishment in which the event is held, waiting for their kids to appear from the entrance proudly.Blaze enters the gates of the acad
June 16, 3142, Sunday. In the woods, Ren is conversing with the old man. As it progresses, he lays down the ground full of dead leaves and insults the old man.“From all the things you could’ve done, why an athletic competition?”“Just do it, kid”“Fuck you, I’m not announcing them that for a worldwide entry exam”The old man proceeds to walk without minding Ren’s ranting. As he stopped, he showed Ren a button from a pen he picked from his pocket and looked back.“Threatening me now, huh?”“No… just reminding you who’s in control”The old man continued to walk while Ren walked in the opposite direction, pissed off over the old man’s request.6:15 AM, June 17, 3142, Monday. In the Homura Academy dormitory, Vincent and Blaze are currently arguing in their room with Shado silently trying to push them from getting near to each other.“I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN’T KILL PEOPLE JUST LIKE THAT”“---FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THEN? Watch them die? Scream? OR GETTING TRAUMATIZED OF A FUCKING BAGEL”“But
June 12, 3142, Two days after Ren’s chaotic exam. It’s Independence Day. Everything is full of color, children are running happily in the streets, the annual carnival is as packed as ever, and the people are hanging small flags with the country’s yin-yang-looking crest embroidered in blue and sewn in red fabric making it look like a flag. It is, after all, a jolly Homura day.From the 2nd door to the left on the 3rd floor of Homura Academy’s dormitory. A familiar voice kept whispering in the distance of Vincent’s sleepy ear in a nervous. Later, the voice clears its throat.“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up—”Vincent is still out cold. Paired with snoring, and embraced his body pillow with his arms and legs. This annoys the familiar voice as it releases a frustrated sigh. The voice whispered once again with steps heard from the ground.“Your mom is outside, bissshhhh”Suddenly, a hard wave of breeze passed by the familiar voice and the sound of the door creak follow
Amidst the fight, Blaze starts to weaken from the blows he threw to Ren, which is still mysteriously untouched. Blaze currently sped up in circles as fast as the remaining of his energy could. While his eyes are still on Ren’s casual position, the same question occurs. Why can’t I hit him? Other than that, how can he hit me without any physical contact? Blaze finches his eyes and is glad to notice that Ren’s fists have fresh-made bruises. He immediately charged toward Ren with a smile on his demolished face. Ren, still unknowingly clueless, began to smile and slowly tilts his head toward Blaze in an uncanny way. Even running faster than the falling leaves, it startles Blaze. He stared longer at Ren’s face, and his uncanny face became disturbingly wrinkled. Blaze decides to end this and quickly throws a fist loaded with his Arcanae energy towards Ren’s face. But as it got closer, his gaze can’t be moved from the death stare of Ren’s right eye. Then it suddenly tilted to the side as
June 9, 3142, Lissclion clan residence. Blaze is standing, observing something at a window. He watches the situation outside in a hollow as a cry of a little boy kept louder in grunts. As he watches the beating, he recalls the news he saw in the last month of the fourth. He then crunched both of his hands inside his pockets as he recalled every word the boy spoke at that specific news and aggressively gritted his teeth. That guy, His words annoy me, Even just a syllable of it, It makes me puke to myself. But even so, He is strong, And his strength, Interest’s me A knocking sound came from the other side of his room and a woman clearing her throat followed. Blaze casually turned his head towards it, and calmly stomped his left foot twice. “This is Maid Aeris, someone has come to meet you, Master Lissclion” Blaze slowly walked to the door and stopped near it with a cold expression, and sighed. “For seven dang years, Master Lissclion is nonexistent” Without Maid Aeris’s answ
June 10, 3142, 10:40 AM, Kyourou-ho Hospital: Asoko Branch. Aston is walking to the hallway of the establishment while looking at the number tags above the patient’s doors. He stopped in front of one, Room #665. Raised his right arm, and attempted to knock on the door. The door opened before so, revealing a red-haired girl standing with its anesthetic stand as support, reminiscing Naiyhto. “Are you, Nozomi Makushi?” The girl nods coldly. “Where’s brother?” Nozomi asked in demand. Aston gazes at the cross above Nozomi’s bed. Noticing, Nozomi starts to cry and loses grip on her anesthetic stand. He then attempted to help her get up, but as he got closer to Nozomi. “I will kill you— Vincent Ashite” Shocked, Aston swiftly turned his head around the room and saw a television parallel to Nozomi’s bed. Aston swiftly got out of a sobbing Nozomi’s room and busted rushing out of the hospital. He speedwalks with his hands inside his pockets with an alarming expression. How? How can it b
June 10, 3142, 10:20 AM. HSMA interrogation room. A sound of beaten flesh surrounded the silence of the isolated underground room below Homura. Then follows a splat of blood rushing like rain as blows throw it away from the figure’s beaten-up body. Behind the beat-up is a soundproof glass work with a single fluorescent producing a classical-yellow glare representing the aging item. The light reveals a black-haired man in the same HSMA uniform as the one who’s beating up. There, the man examines a familiar syringe with every piece of equipment the room had. [HSMA Uniform: A sign of being an official member of Homura Secret Mission Agency consisting of a funnel-collared black long sleeve with a certain color combination which tells a member what area of Homura he/she will focus on] The man grabs a flashlight and holds it with his mouth aiming forward as he picks up the scalpel and slowly sliced the syringe. Getting a test tube, he transferred the droplets of the sketchy liquid into i
June 10, 3142, Four months after the Bomei Elementary School ceremony. Vincent, inside his consciousness at the mask’s environment with the sealed being now comprehensible by its mask. The mask sighs in boredom as Vincent walks toward it. “What exactly are you? My guy”, Vincent positively asks. “Huh?” blankly replied by the mask. “Like, what kind of being are you?” “Why do you care about such information?” “Eh, I dunno, maybe you could be my friend or ally or something” “Not a chance for a mere vessel” “Wellll, could I get your name at least?” The mask sighs, moments after, a grunt is heard. The mask looked to its front, a terrified Vincent got struck by a yellow streak of lightning towards his head, making the mask shocked. Vincent fell to the flesh-like grounds and held his head with both hands, grunting continuously from pain. Vincent screams in an attempt to restrain the pain, the mask thinks it's an act and remains cold. The moment the mask’s eyelid is close to blinking,
From a distance, Naiyhto can feel the pressure from the energy that Vincent released in such a long time. Raiden does feel it too, but his paralysis prevented him from reacting, yet he is still shocked. "Hmn, flexing too MUCH?" Naiyhto responds as he does 20 ancestral hand signs, then incants 20 Seals: Flash Step, teleporting himself to Vincent. Naiyhto draws closer with a smirk. Coldly, Vincent goes to a stance, keeps his katana on his left shoulder, and swiftly draws it forward. It then disappeared into thousand hexagon pieces floating around him. I thought I’ve made friends, Instead, I’ve made the ones who will cause my own to perish. “Sword Style, Manipulate: Rushing Barrier” The hexagons stopped floating, and each materialized into razor-sharp slash rays connecting to a nearby hexagon and slowly forming a sphere of continuous slashes protecting Vincent within. As Naiyhto continue his flash step, he noticed the rushing light of slashes drawing in his direction. He managed to