But just as Ryoshu was about to entirely turn away, a faint, desperate groan reached his ears from somewhere behind him. The sound was weak but unmistakable, a cry for help that cut through the scene's chaos."H-help me..."Ryoshu spun around quickly, his eyes scanning the wreckage. Amidst the debris, he spotted a hand clinging desperately to the floor. Once smooth and polished, the floor was now cracked and splintered, bearing the scars of the teacher's overly powerful sword technique. Chunks of wood and stone lay scattered around, a testament to the violent force that had been unleashed.The hand was small and pale, fingers trembling with effort as they gripped the damaged floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Ryoshu's instincts kicked in. He lunged forward and grasped the hand firmly. The skin was cold and clammy, and he could feel the desperation in the weak grip. Whoever this was, they were barely hanging on.Ryoshu knew he had to act fast. Summoning all his strength, he began to
The boy was lighter than he expected, his body limp and fragile in his arms. Navigating through the wreckage, Ryoshu felt a fierce protectiveness surge within him. No matter what it took, he was going to save Alan.The room around them was a scene of devastation. Broken furniture lay strewn about, and the walls were marked with deep gashes from the teacher's sword. The air was thick with dust and the lingering scent of blood and sweat. Ryoshu stepped carefully over the debris, each movement calculated to avoid jostling Alan too much. His muscles ached from the strain, but he pushed forward, driven by sheer willpower.They made their way through the devastation. Ryoshu's thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and resolve. He couldn't help but think of Charlotte and how devastated she would be if anything happened to her brother. This gave him the strength to push forward, step by painstaking step, towards safety.Seeing the large wound, Ryoshu couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you okay?"A
"This might sting a bit," Ryoshu warned as he cleaned the wound. Alan winced but didn't complain, his jaw set in determination. Ryoshu worked quickly, wrapping the wound tightly with fresh bandages. He could see the relief on Alan's face as the bleeding was brought under control."Thank you," Alan said again, his voice even softer now but filled with sincere gratitude.Ryoshu smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "You're welcome. Now, we just need to wait for help to arrive." He sat down next to Alan, taking a moment to breathe and recover from the ordeal.They sat in the relative safety of the room. Ryoshu realized that despite the chaos and danger, they had managed to find a moment of peace. And in that moment, he felt a bond forming between them, forged through shared adversity and mutual determination.Ryoshu took a moment to take in their surroundings. Although small and sparsely furnished, the room felt like a sanctuary compared to the destruction outside. A small window
A familiar voice suddenly echoed behind him, "Alan, are you okay?"Startled, Alan instinctively turned around. There, rushing toward him in a fluster, was a pretty girl with hair the same color as his. Her face was etched with worry and concern, and she moved quickly, her eyes searching his for any sign of distress. This was Esther, always attentive and kind-hearted, her presence a comforting beacon in moments of uncertainty.Esther approached, her breath coming in quick gasps from her hurried pace. Her eyes scanned Alan from head to toe, seeking any signs of injury or distress. "Are you hurt? What happened?" she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety. Behind her, more familiar faces appeared, each bringing comfort and camaraderie. Haruki, the confident and charismatic male protagonist, exuded a calm authority. Among them, His sharp eyes assessed the situation quickly, taking in every detail with practiced ease. His presence was commanding, and his concern for Alan was evident in his
"Idiot."A cold, piercing voice suddenly broke the silence, sending a chill downEsther's spine. She spun around, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear, to see who had uttered those harsh, unfamiliar words.The Russian princess Katia Volkov was standing there, exuding an aura of regal authority and disdain. In the gaming world of Rainfall Disorder, Katia was not just another character; she was your in-game crush, a figure of both admiration and intimidation.Esther's heart pounded as she saw Katia, whose icy blue eyes seemed to pierce right through her.
"Why is it that every time I see you... Do you always cover your face so thoroughly? I know it's ugly... covering it up won't help anyway."A mischievous smile slowly spread across the plump lips of the playful girl, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Her words, laced with mockery, grated on Ryoshu's nerves. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls, and her taunting voice seemed to echo in the enclosed space. Ryoshu could feel a surge of irritation rising within him, his hands clenching into fists under his cloak. However, he managed to suppress his anger, knowing lashing out would do no good. The memories of past confrontations where he had let his temper get the better of him flashed briefly in his mind, reminding him of the importance of control.Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he responded, his voice measured and even, "Sensei Kenzo accidentally cut off one of my ears."As soon as those words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramaticall
'She looks quite sleepy, doesn't she...? Some things never change, even in this virtual reality version,' Ryoshu thought, noticing Katia's drowsy expression. Her eyelids drooped slightly, and she leaned against the wall with a languid grace as if the day's weight was finally catching up with her. Her serene beauty seemed almost out of place in the tense atmosphere of the room, a stark contrast to the urgency surrounding them.Meanwhile, Alan and Esther were engrossed in a hushed conversation in a dimly lit corner. Alan's posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp and calculating, darting occasionally toward the rest of the group to ensure their privacy. Esther, on the other hand, looked anxious. Her brow was furrowed, and she kept glancing at Alan's bandaged arm, the concern in her eyes deepening with every passing moment."Alan, with your injury like this, can we still proceed with the original plan—?" Esther's voice, though soft, was tinged with worry. She bit her lip, her finge
"Please, Esther. Ryoshu also has quite good reasoning skills. Who knows, he could do something.Esther's expression shifted slightly. The confident and somewhat haughty demeanor she usually carried wavered for a moment. This subtle change did not go unnoticed. It wasn't merely the logical appeal of the request that caused her to pause. The actual influence came from the one making the plea. Esther highly regarded Charlotte, valuing her opinions and respecting her deeply. This respect was coupled with a strong belief in Charlotte's intuition, which had proven reliable on many occasions.Charlotte's request carried weight, not just because of her logical argument but because of the bond they shared. Esther contemplated the situation, her mind racing through past experiences where Charlotte's instincts had been spot on. She let out a long, resigned sigh, an audible sign of her internal struggle, and finally responded, her tone laced with reluctance:"Fine, I agree because you asked, bu