Grey: Monster

Next move, city within the iron walls

Two tentacles shot from my back simultaneously and, after covering some distance, gradually softened before returning to me.

I had been training for hours in my Nephilim form, aware that this new ability would prove useful someday. Thus, I decided to train and become accustomed to it. I attempted to replicate the moves of the Nephilim I had fought against—how he hardened his tentacles, turning them into sharp blades that he could shoot far away. I also observed how he could manipulate their form, making them spread within his body to strengthen his grip.

I aimed to learn it all, but I was making little progress.

The sun was at its peak, but thankfully, due to the ever-present dark clouds, it wasn't a nuisance to my training.

"Yo bro, I want to continue the comic I was reading," B-three's voice spoke inside my mind.

"I told you not to talk like that again, and besides, you've already read all of them."

"I want to revise them."

"You don't revise entertainment, B."

I morphed back to my original state, and B continued with his comic.

While training, I made some discoveries. First, the tentacles on my back numbered six, unlike the Nephilim's four. That said, I could only move two, which was a progress, if you ask me.

Secondly, my body wasn't turning into rubber; that was merely one of the abilities I got from the Nephilim. This ability allowed me to alter my body structure, much like how the Nephilim could transform its fingers into blades and dissolve them when I was about to attack it with it's own finger.

Those were my only discoveries for now.

It was a tough experience, and I was certain things would only get harder from here on out. I needed a new destination.

I lay on the ground, closing my eyes. I wanted to pick up any sound with my super hearing; any sound at all would point to my next destination.

Suddenly, I heard someone:

"Come in, radio call from the west tower. Everything looks fine at the west."

"Come in from the south tower. Everything is alright at this end. All grade E Nephilims are cleared."

"Well done. Return to your post and stay active and alert. Remember, we are the hope of Shibuya, the City of Irons."

The line cuts

I stood up from the ground, dusting off my clothes, even though they were dirty and ragged.

"Let's move, B."

"Hm? Where are we headed?"

"My hometown and birthplace, Shibuya."

***

We were exhausted. We had spent hours journeying, with neither water nor food. From my ears, I thought the journey was only a stone's throw, but little did I know we were about to embark on a twenty-kilometer trek.

The light coming from the city was bright and visible from afar. Those lights kept me going; I wanted to reach them. I wanted to start a new life, find my mom, get a girlfriend, and finally settle down—all this would happen within these walls, I wasn't confident but I had to believe

After covering some miles towards the city, I came across several dead carcasses, specifically Nephilim. Each of them varied in size and appearance. Some resembled regular insects like spiders and centipedes, while others were similar to the one I had fought… each about six feet tall.

The marks on their bodies showed large holes, not made by a regular gun, but something far more catastrophic. The damage was so severe that, if used on a human, it could obliterate the person without leaving a trace.

I moved past the sea of dead bodies and arrived near a huge, towering steel fence. The fence was so enormous I couldn't see where it ended, as if it extended beyond the dark clouds. Suddenly, bright floodlights were directed at me. I bent my head to avoid the blinding light.

"What's that?"

"It doesn't seem to be a Nephilim."

"Don't engage fire!" I heard one voice from another speak.

"If you are a human, gently raise your hand in the air. Don't be too fast and don't be slow."

The order was crazy, but I had to comply. I gently raised my hand while closing my eyes to avoid the light.

"It's a human."

"Open up the gates and send six armed men."

I heard the sound of iron rubbing against each other, and suddenly, with a thunderous noise, the gigantic gates opened. From within, six men in strange uniforms and strange guns emerged and surrounded me. The uniforms resembled standard Japanese army attire with some modifications; they wore masks, like gas masks. They were armored all over, and on their breast pockets was an insignia.

They pointed their guns at me while one of them began searching me. From my shirt, he removed two comic books and scanned them.

'I told B he should dump those,'

"Hm… Titans Attack, Volume Ten. This was the good stuff back then," the guard exclaimed under his mask.

"Is he clean?"

A voice spoke from the wall.

"Y-Yes, he's clean," the guard replied and turned to me. "Alright, let's move."

They took me inside the wall. The wall itself was a building, but we passed through it, revealing a vast plain land. Far ahead was another wall, and within it was where the lights radiated from.

"You say he's clean?" a voice spoke from behind us, the same voice that had spoken earlier.

"Yes, sir. I inspected him; he's clean."

"Hm, well, this is a shocker. What is a human doing outside the walls?"

He walked up to me, and his face became visible. He was old, likely in his forties, with a white mustache and a few strands of hair under his jaw. A large scar ran from his left eyebrow, crossing his nose, and stopping on his right cheek.

"Nice to meet you, survivor. Rejoice, for you have made it. Welcome to the Shibuya Residence Base."

A/N: Please support me. A new character POV will be introduced,