He tightly closed his eyes, feeling the warm blood trickling down his skin, pooling on the cold ground beneath him. The pain was intense, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability, but Ryoshu focused on the lessons he had learned, trying to engrain them into his very being, letting them become a part of him. The chaos around him seemed to fade as he retreated into his mind, replaying each crucial moment, every decision that had led him here."I... remember now." His voice was barely a whisper, a soft murmur amidst the chaos. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the world coming into focus with a new clarity. Everything seemed sharper and more vivid as if he were it all for the first time. Colors were more vibrant, sounds more distinct, and even the air felt charged with an electric intensity he had never noticed before.Suddenly, his perception of the world shifted dramatically. He could now sense every minute detail around him. The gentle whisper of the wind through the leaves, the subtle rustl
His entire face was shrouded in fabric, tightly wound around his head, leaving only minuscule apertures for his eyes and nose. He stole glimpses of his surroundings through these narrow gaps, the only solace in an otherwise suffocating situation. Amidst this concealment, he found a strange comfort. He seemed invisible to those around him. It was as though his struggles were insignificant, lost amidst the chaos and tension that permeated the room. This feeling of insignificance was exacerbated by the looming presence of Kenzo, whose formidable figure demanded the attention of all present.Kenzo’s patience wore thin as he stood there, waiting in vain for a response from the group. His frustration was palpable, etched onto his features as he finally addressed them with a mix of irritation and determination:““If you persist in your inaction, I will have no choice but to pursue each of you individually. And let me make this clear: no leniency will be granted. Ineffective hiding will only
But this time, instead of a thin, neat slash like the one before, the sword's path was crude and immense, creating a gigantic gap in the building where he stood. The sheer force of the strike had cleaved through concrete and steel, leaving a gaping chasm nearly ten meters wide. The edges of the gap were jagged and raw, evidence of the overwhelming power behind the blow. Debris was scattered everywhere, chunks of concrete and twisted metal strewn across the floor, and dust hung in the air, slowly settling like a shroud over the scene. This massive breach made it nearly impossible for an ordinary person to jump across, effectively isolating one side of the building from the other, turning it into a fortress of sorts, barricading any straightforward approach."20 points for knowing how to utilize the terrain," Kaminari's voice boomed, reverberating through the structure's remains. His tone carried an authoritative weight, echoing off the shattered walls and through the cavernous space
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.