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 hehehee
June 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 academy, followed by Vincent, then Shado. They walk near to the entrance of the event establishment after they bought each other candy flosses. As the students from the school gathers, the noise from the crowd got overlapped by the heartbeats of nervousness, worry, and pressure.
Vincent looks at his side and at an alley, White Falcon in a trench coat and Teashades seem to talk with someone in a dark cloak, with a face that seems worried. The moment he noticed Vincent’s gaze, he joined the students and wore a poker face.
BUMPHH
Unknowingly, Vincent got bumped into a six-foot white-haired man with a familiar symbol on his white coat. As the man slowly turns, Vincent and Blaze immediately felt its intimidating gaze. As the man Vincent just bumped into, is the man who’s got the most power in Homura. No, of the entire Ithorenth.
“Yo, how’s it going, got any names, kid?”
The man drew his face toward Vincent’s, despite having a pair of smiles. Vincent is shaking as if he was threatened in some way he doesn’t know. Vincent then took a glimpse of White Falcon’s position, yet with the cloaked figure. They’re gone.
“V-V-Vincent… A-Ashite, sir”
“Heh, nice name, despite the people still getting used to the new prohibition you’ve created months ago. Good to see you doing well, Ashite”
After patting the stunned Vincent’s shoulder, the man put the same hands in his pocket and continued to walk. And now that he heard those words directly from a random person, Vincent smirked as he continued to walk.
“Where’s Falcon?” spoke Blaze.
“I— don’t— know”
Vincent looks at the same distance again and proceeds to look left and right, yet White Falcon is no longer present. As if he disappeared like a bubble, disappeared like a missing piece of a dream.
The moment their class section is called, the noise created from the crowd’s cheer as they enter is silent in Vincent’s ears. As this is the first time, despite not directly. The first time the people has ever cheered for him. Even his own clan is absent for the said event for their missions, this contents Vincent.
Blaze, on the other hand, aims his eyes within the crowd to see a specific pair of couples. Just as he thought, he smiled as he saw his father and mother’s presence. Yet abruptly changed as Yoteigai whispered something to Aston’s ear, causing him to leave. The mother tried to stop his leaving but left her crying instead.
The students are on their corresponding shed spots waiting for the emcee’s announcement. Some are warming up while some are wanting a clear mind. Vincent, Blaze, and everyone, despite the unknown, lingers when they win this day composed of a series of activities played by competitive people alike. This is the day when these boys prove themselves to be able to progress in the nation’s sketchy hierarchy. To begin. An adventure.
“Howzz our zayzz, PEEPZ OF HOMURAAAA”
With the emcee’s loud charismatic scream. The crowd stood up from their seat and began to cheer their relatives, sons, daughters, nieces, nephews, and grandchild with all their might.
“What a zay to be alive, to zhink it would only zake zwo yearz for zhiz to be able to happen again. Well? Why zpend time ztalking, when we have an event to do~”
…
“Hmmm, anyone ztill alive? If zo, ZCREEEEAAM WITH YOUR ZOUUUUUUULLLLAAAA”
“AHAHAA. Guess I got ya back again, huh? NOW… I will zizcuzz the flow of eventz zhat will occur today with zhe introzuction of the zpecial audienzez we pleazurably have today. Firzt iz Deux Enbu Heart, the fourth and zhe current leader of the infamous emerald kingdom and the home of the power from ritualz, Osparia.”
“May your powers be loyal to you,” said Deux as he waves his hands toward the crowd below.
“Zecond, one of Homura Secret Mission Agency’z founderz, Roberto le Vou… oh wait, I thought he’z buffed and handsome, why is there a hentai-mc-haired-looking fella here?”
Roberto sighed, a common mistake from the people. He softly grunts as he stands up, removed his glasses, and loosens his necktie. He then looks to the Osparian leader and sighs once more.
“Buff Style, Transform: Hypertrophy”
Smoke is exerted from Roberto’s body, creating a foggy vision for the people near him. When the fog clears out, a buffed Roberto, the appearance recognizable by the masses, shows up with his left hand in his pocket, and slightly loosens his necktie with a slightly-tilted neck to the opposite direction of the tie.
“Roberto le Vou, ladies” he softly said to the mic.
His intimidating pose made the crowd go wild until he gestured for them to stop and sit down, releasing his technique.
“Annnd lastly, but definitely not a looney. The strongest man on Ithorenth. The fifth. And current. HOMURA LEADER, NIRE DWEL BRICKADOV.”
A familiar man stood up above, it was the man Vincent met earlier. Realizing this pumps him up, and smiled.
After a while, the leader sat down and the emcee began the event. A man with a paper came in and replaced the current emcee.
“Alright, for the first event. The Obstacle Race, the event consists of 3 players for each intensity of the obstacles in a random manner but the 1st player as the race always starts in the plain, old fields. The winner will be determined by the first team who cuts the ribbon. The use of Arcanae mid-race is acceptable, and so does sabotage. Now, you have 1 minute to get your representative to their spots. Good Luck Everyone”
Right after the current emcee finished, Valodia stood up and cheered with the rest of the section as Blaze, Shrilled X, and Vincent walked toward the field.
As expected
I am the only Lissclion here
Because most of our clan are home-tutored
Which just boosts their pride further.
I don’t want to adopt that tradition
10 minutes later, tension is rising, the crowd, the players, the schoolmates in the shed. The breeze dances with the starter’s clothes. The guests are carefully observing, waiting for an interesting thing to happen, especially the Homura Leader who is totally focused on the field, looking sharply at the only Lissclion in the field.
The starter rose its starting pistol, Blaze closed his eyes, waiting for the appropriate sound to occur.
For now
The starter gets the whistle from its pocket.
All I have to do
The starter inhales deeply.
Is
The starter blew the first whistle.
To
The starter blew the second whistle.
Make
The starter blew the third whistle.
Progress
The starter pushed the trigger, unleashing a firing echo. The crowd began to cheer, as the first set of players began to generate Arcanae hexagons along their first step. At that moment, the event finally began.
February 27, 3130 In the raging breeze, at a deserted castle within the vastness of fine dust. A silver-haired man and a black-haired woman stood in front of the castle of ruins. The white-haired man gulps nervously as it slowly knocks on the gigantic gate. THUG THUG THUG Despite the soft knock, the travel of sound through the gate is enough to make goosebumps arise. However, else is nothing but the soaring sound of the wind, making the enormous door rickety in an uneasy way. The man attempts another knock. Before its hand made contact with the door, the door blew to smithereens. Revealing eight figures with the eighth being the man’s alchemist. It has come that the figures have known by them as the infamous savage terrorist group “Felentinna”. With a knocked guard, the man has come unknowingly about a certain event. Being split up, the man’s gaze is in search of the woman while avoiding consecutive attacks by the five figures of the Felentinna. Tumbling upward, downward, side
February 27, 3142, 7:25 AM at Bomei Elementary School, Homura. I did not kill him, W-We never did that. That's all… A frame-up. The boy opened his eyes and met a fist to his face. We never killed him. The boy fell to the ground as more kids ran to beat him. Believe me, We are not the culprit. I will prove the government wrong, and destroy the man who started all of this, Weldrin Vodabrick A total of eight male kids left the boy in a bloody state as the school ring ended the fight. Seeking revenge, the boy found an opening, picked a rock, and rushed to the kids. Suddenly, a teacher named Raiden holds his hand stuck. And sighs. “Bullying again? Cain? Lucie?” “No, we did nothing. The Ashite only smashed the rock to his face so he can frame us for attempted murder” An accomplice of the two replied. “Hmph,” Why, why, I’m a teacher, yet, I don’t have the guts to prevent bullying, is this the effect of the law? Did the law get absorbed into my brain like a dried cacao seed?
After two hours of walking, the boy frailly reached home, lost enough blood to make his vision blurry, he saw an incoherent silhouette of a red-haired woman approaching in his direction and passed out. Thirty minutes have passed, and the boy starts to wake up. Still having a blurry vision, the red-haired woman is holding the boy’s hand in her face as it performs ancestral hand signs. A green specter glare starts to come out from the woman’s hand as she continues the movement. “Continuous Seal: Complete Heal” The woman then placed its palm with the specter light on the boy’s chest, the light rapidly scattered to the boy’s body and healed the bruises and open wounds it passes, then it traveled inside to his body healing the damaged tissues, internal bleedings, small fractures, and lastly the blood addition slowly bringing the boy’s vision to normal. The boy realizes that the red-haired woman is his mother and rapidly hugs her tight with despair in his eyes. “Ko, where is…” A sudde
Scared by the infamous face of a killer, the mother kept declining in a tremble, protecting her daughter in a blue hooded jacket. “Give me the bagel… NOW” The fuck? All that for a damn bagel? The boy sighs disappointedly. Sometimes, Motives sound stupid when said aloud, isn’t it? “Hey!” the boy yells as he claps his hand twice walking into the scene. Attracting the man in black. As the man in black is seen by the boy, the boy starts to struggle at walking forward. “What?” said the infamous Noir Robin. Not seeming to answer, Noir Robin turns back his gaze to the mother and daughter and continues the unfinished crime. Shit Shit SHIT It's actually him It's my chance The start of saving an old reputation Fuck My brain Its giving me fears The boy continues walking to the scene, menacingly shaking, with seriousness on his sweaty face, and doubts filling his fearful mind. "Stop doing that sir, it's not cool", the boy attempted to save the mother and daughter. "You seem n
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
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,
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, 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
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