“I suppose they do.” Rakoji would walk away from the bar to the middle of the room for more space. He held his hand outwards, a small puff of Soul Energy would reveal his signature pistol, HYPERVOLVER.

This could only mean that this ‘target’, was a Weapon-Type Soul-Wielder. All his Soul Energy is concentrated within a pistol. What type would the hitman be?

“Ready when you are.” Rakoji said, getting into his own battle stance. His was cowboy-like, his hat mostly obscuring his eyes while his hand still hovered over his pistol. He has yet to unholster it. This merely just looked like showing off, but this is how he was used to unholstering.

“I feel bad for the bar, let’s do this outs-“

“DRAGON!”

“Wha-“

A penetrating scream from the hitman followed with an inward pressure. Which happened to be the concentrated conjuration of his Soul Energy, before dispersing it into an explosion that blew the bar away.

Civilians didn’t have a moment to register what just happened and were blown away from their seats. Some were concussed, and one was knocked unconscious completely.

The explosion gave off the sound of a Dragon which matched his Soul, scaring the crowded plaza. The concussed civilians panicked and fled the battlefield.

Rakoji was blown out through a window, his armour protecting him from the blunt force of the window, the explosion, and the ground. “Guh!” He grunted upon impacting the ground.

However, he quickly stood up, dusting his jacket off and picking his hat on – putting it on at a slight incline forward. This was the only way to conceal his identity.

“Rakoji Kovac, you’re a dangerous man!” The hitman stepped out of the now-destroyed bar and emerged from the smoke.

“I would believe so! I’m a mercenary! Last I checked, I did nothing to your little organization! Why does such a thing concern you in the first place? It’s unbelievable!”

He aimed his pistol towards the target, firing a flurry of shots. The bullets glowed a bright purple-blue and burned as hot as a blast furnace. Touching it meant third- or even fourth-degree burns. Or worse.

“Hr!” He barely dodged the flurry of blasts, but much to his dismay, one bullet grazed his shoulder. “G-“ Leaving out a small grunt, he’d take cover behind a piece of rubble.

“A Weapon-Type! I figured as much!” He looked at the graze. It wasn’t deep, but it was bleeding. However, the bleeding was the least of his problems. Now he realized the deep predicament he was in.

Rakoji Kovac, one of the strongest and most fearsome mercenaries traversing the galaxy, had him in a pickle, by simply being his target. The hitman didn’t know if he was up for the job, but he was given this job and he was expected to finish it.

“I’d advise you to stay moving, bucko!” He aimed for the rubble, the barrel of his revolver glowed bright as a result. A beam of plasma fired into the rubble, causing it to melt and explode.

“Fuck it!” The hitman charged up more Soul Energy, his aura furiously lighting up with pure red flames. “Flame Breath!” He yelled out, clashing the beam with his powerful breath attack. This could even incinerate the highest boiling point elements.

Rakoji remained calm even after a strong retaliation and smirked. “Ooh! That’s a new one!” He jumped back and fired a supercharged bullet at his feet, launching himself far enough where he got just outside the range of the breath attack.

The shockwave that dragged the plasma with him did light the edges of his coat on fire.

“Ergggg...” The hitman cancelled his breath attack, standing his ground.

Rakoji would grab the edges of his coat, flinging it in the wind and putting out the flame – leaving a trail of smoke to rise into the air. He took a deep breath and then sighed, looking at his hitman.

“We don’t need to fight! I’d be fine with doin’ a few more contracts for White Eye. Would that please your upper echelon?”

“No can do- I’m following orders here.” The hitman responded with a sly smirk.

“Of course! You’re just a slave to your craft! Never could stand authority like that. Old habits die hard, I suppose.” He fanned his revolver, releasing another flurry of bullets towards the hitman.

After firing a couple more, he retreated behind the cover of an alleyway between the now burning bar and another store.

The hitman had nowhere to take cover, so he raised both arms to take the bullets, to stop the impact from his aura. “F-FUCK!”

As he stopped them, he looked to see if Rakoji was around. Unfortunately, he couldn’t spot him anywhere. Plus, his watch was destroyed, which rendered his radar useless. Then he heard a familiar voice yell out from somewhere.

“I thought White Eye trained their people better! Being a mercenary gives you more experience, I believe! I guess that’s why the lazy fuckers got ME to do your jobs!”

He yelled from his cover, leaning out for a moment and firing a few shots at the hitman to make sure he wasn’t powering up a stronger attack.

The hitman wasn’t a force to be reckoned with either. He put up a Soul-Barrier by extending some of his Soul Energy to cancel out the bullets.

“My target is you- Just you! No one else! You wouldn’t understand, though! So, I’ll blow this plaza away to make you understand!” He cracked his knuckles. If he was joking, it wasn’t a funny one.

“Hahaha!” Rakoji laughed. “Such an ethical assassin! What happened to being neighbourly, huh?”

“...”

“...Yeah, I was lying.” The hitman took cover immediately.

Rakoji sighed, realising that the battle would either turn into a bloodbath or a war of attrition. He wondered if he wanted to continue this or set foot immediately and run away. But that man, was a hitman.

An assassin, tasked to kill him. If he ran away now, he would just get targeted another time.

Killing looming danger now than let it loom was better.

“You don’t have to make this hard, man!” The hitman yelled from his cover. Even he was sick and tired of fighting now. He thought of Strad, which let him do this all alone.

.:. Fuck you Strad, making me do this all alone. .:. He thought of giving him a good beating if he does come out alive after this.

“’You don’t have to make this hard, man!’ ’” Rakoji repeated what he said in a mocking voice. “Of course I fucking do! I don’t want to die yet!”

The hitman stood up from his cover, now vulnerable. He could take one plasma wave from Rakoji and all would be over.

“Take my advice, kid! I fought people just like you. You’re not the only one who wants my head, you know? You wanna know what happened to them? They all turned into minced meat, their heads looking more like strawberry ice-cream than... heads!”

The hitman smirked. “Yeah? I guess Weapon-Types are known to be pussies then!” He unleashed several damaging orbs that would heat seek Rakoji. They shot out of his mouth.

“Stubborn little freak, just like the rest! You just won’t listen!”

He sprinted down the alleyway, turning and firing an elongated beam at the orbs in hope of making them unstable and explode. And it worked. The heat seeking orbs would go for the hottest thing which was the beam.

However, the hitman appeared at the other side of the alleyway, surprising Rakoji.

“Agh! Shit!” He turned, aiming his revolver. However, his Asteroid Miner went away from the other attack which caused it to be overwritten.

“DRAGON...”

“Ah fuck...”

“ROAR!”

The hitman immediately exploded his Soul Energy into a powerful roar that would blast any Soul Attacks and buildings nearby.

“DAMNI-“ Rakoji would go flying out of the alleyway from the roar. It was so powerful that he was blown back all the way to the opposite side of the street, crashing into a wall. However, the destruction gave Rakoji an option to flee. The street was busy, and he couldn’t be seen from the hitman’s point of view.

The panic and destruction caused a stampede, a dangerous one.

He stood up, able to spot the hitman from his point of view before smirking.

“Good attempt, kid. Maybe next time you’ll succeed!” He charged up a powerful shot and jumped upwards – shooting it at his feet and propelling himself a solid 15 meters down the road.

He then broke into a sprint to one of the transporter bots, his destination back to the Docking Dome. The shot left a decently large smoke cloud to cover his escape.

“Oh no, you don-“ However, the hitman was depleted of energy. He used up a lot in a short time, which caused his Soul to act on his own, refusing the hitman to move or use any of his abilities. “RMG-“ He dropped to one knee.

Rakoji, having thought of a good idea to guarantee his escape, turned around and ran to a police officer. He nodded to himself in self-assurance. “Officer! There is a... madman down the street! He attacked me, destroying a building in the pro-“

“Woah, slow down there! Talk to me again, what’s happening?” The officer turned, looking at him confused.

“Damnit...” Rakoji was forced to slow down with his talking. He was in a hurry though, but the officer couldn’t understand him because of a distinct accent. “Officer... there is a psychopath... running around the street attacking people. He attacked me, some other people, and destroyed a building.”

“A building?” He then saw the pillar of smoke and Soul Energy breaking across the skyline. “Ah! Thank you!” They reached onto their radio and called for backup. The already deployed officers around the area ran towards the battlefield. Rakoji then broke into a sprint again.

As soon as the hitman heard the police and siren noises, he scratched his head in disappointment. “Darn it... well, that wasn’t smart... Shit. I better leave!”

He turned the other way and fled from the battlefield, on his way to the transporter bots from the other side of the plaza, hundreds of meters away from the northern transporter bay. He kicked a transport bot of it’s little hovercraft and controlled it himself to get to the Docking Dome quicker.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! This is all your fucking fault, Strad! Now I’ll get demoted for sure!”

= = =

The snowy planet carried rather a vigorous storm in this part.

A place called Snowfall Heights.

Temperatures in this range were always below zero. Very. The maximum recorded temperature was -37 degrees Celsius. And the minimum was -69.

This place was unsustainable for any kind of agriculture, infrastructure, so it was left as a wasteland. The heights reached a peak of about 3000 meters above sea level, with the entire area being about 2800 kilometers in diameter.

However, this place was also used for the most criminal of criminals. Even though it was a barren snowy wasteland with no inhabitants, it was the perfect place for committing any kind of crime and getting away with it. The place resembled much like the Arctic Glacier of Earth. The snow depth is about 7 meters, so walking was out of the equation. And a large sheet of solid water in the form of Ice 7 was under the snow, which was the only element in this area that was above zero.

There were people flying above the heights using propulsion pads or helicopters which assisted their force against air turbulence. It gave off a noise like a fighter jet breaking past Mach 1. This caused a lot of static electricity to form around the area.

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However, and impossibly... A lifeform emerged under the depths of the snow in the middle of nowhere.

“...Egh...” A girl slowly stood up, covered in snow. She was shivering vigorously, looking around. There was no crash-landing site nearby, nor anything. Just herself.

She brushed herself, shivering still. She looked around and much to her dismay, she saw nothing.

“Is this...”

She stood there in the midst of nowhere, looking up at the sky and watching the snow fall. She was completely battered up from a fight and yet she found a sense of peace that she hadn’t felt in almost her whole life.

“Is this... 25 years after... AGHH!”

She held her ears from the sound of fighter jets passing.

“Rgh... What is... that?”

She limped around a bit, still holding her ears. “Gah! What is that noise?!” She commented on the noise the static electricity gave. It was jarring, gear grinding.

“What planet is this? Where am I?”

Around her right, there is a sign which signals her to the nearest outpost and the nearest pathway. She was distanced approximately 4 kilometers away from the pathway.

“Hffff...” She let out a puff to warm herself before slowly walking towards where the sign signalled.

As she closed in to the pathway, she could hear electric vibration getting louder gradually. It was a highway of flying cars and hyperloop trains. As barren as this wasteland was, there was one highway that went through the heights, connecting one place to another.

Her vision was a bit fuzzy, looking around. It was amazing how she kept herself up with such an injured body. “I-Is there... someone? Anybody... around?” She spoke but her voice gradually grew quiet out of exhaustion.

“I... I need... to find... him...” She would eventually crash from exhaustion. Completely falling flat on the ground with hope that someone will come and rescue her.

And her hopes and prayers were answered, as there was a lone ranger walking on the pedestrian pathway that leads to the nearest security outpost of the entire region. This guy looked more like a traveller/adventurer than a criminal. She was lucky to stumble upon a good person here.

It took a white to notice a girl with red hair lying on the thick layer of snow.

“Ai, masebo agetur... Camberni attutsi, zachaume!?” (Crapbaskets... That’s a girl, isn’t it!?)

Then the man yelled for help in his own language. “ROSHA! ROSHA!” (HELP! HELP!)

He yelled again, signalling the people above to take her to the nearest outpost. Rosha meant Help in this language, but it was also meant as a command for the people to help anyone around these parts. This is why people flying immediately responded to the yelling.

5 minutes later, along with the people above, a community ship also flew above, making their way down to save the girl.

With no hesitation, the hatch opened and out came 6 people to aid this little girl.

“Ahener, vanke bajusta li attutsi?” (Traveler, where did you find this girl?)

“Jagerr! Daben tahalamerga torian canbey Perstahler Boulevare!” (I don’t know! I just found her laying like this while I was going down the Pearl Boulevard!)

The language sounded so alien-like, not human at all.

“Name, verjaga vbirjsna.” (Stay back, go sit down there.).

One of the paramedics gestured the traveller to sit down

“Feh...” (Yeah...)

“Sam attutsi... aoen manniha dogon?” (This girl... was there someone else with her?). One of the paramedics kept questioning the traveller. Upon realizing that the girl was injured, the paramedic raised one of his eyebrows.

“Falen baoaiena assimipreleti?” (Did you beat her up?)

“Neh! Zu’camper pabayfiaba!” (No, I swear I didn’t!)

“Gar. Si attutsi peja ndyau te kirikaketina.” (Alright, we’ll take this girl to the outpost now.)

The paramedics brought a stretcher and carefully lay the girl on it, before walking back to the community ship. It was obvious she was an outsider, so they called her in the most wide-spread used language in the world.

“Ma’am, are you awake? Are you responsive? We’re here to take you to the outpost. To safety.” A desperate paramedic outed while the hatch of the ship opened. As they brought her into the warm interior of the community ship, she’d utter something quietly.

“F-Flynnigan... S-Shotaro...”

The pilot started the engines of the ship and went airborne as fast as they could, riding immediately to the Assitrea Outpost. The desperate helper sighed, sitting in the co-driver seat and taking his helmet off.

The other helper who sat next to the lying injured girl looked at her, who was uttering something that sounded like a name. Another foreign name, which didn’t sound anything like the names in this yet to be revealed planet.

“Ma’am?” The paramedic nudged the girl. “Ma’am, are you-“

“D-DEATH!”

The injured girl quickly laid up, thinking about what seemed to be what she yelled out loud. Nevertheless, her mind was put back in place.

“Ma’am, you need to lay down! Too much movement will cause your injuries to worsen!” The paramedic distanced themselves a bit to let her know that they did not mean harm, and a second later, the girl yelled out again.

“I must stop him! I have to stop him! I got to! I need to! I must! Thi-“ She looked up at the helpers, who were scared shitless.

“Ma’am, please... lay down.” They had distanced themselves so much that no physical contact could’ve been made. This was somewhat a traditional and respectful action that the inlanders would use in everyday life to ensure that they were peaceful. But this injured girl’s mania might’ve made it worse.

Who could believe an injured girl whose only purpose is to yell frantically?

“We... we don’t mean no harm. We found you half unconscious in the Hastuka Region of Garhieo Fenn, which would be Snowfall Heights in your language... We’re taking you to the nearest outpost so they can treat you better there.”

The paramedic then took their mask off, revealing themselves to be a girl. But their characteristics were far from a normal human. First, they were as pale as snow. They were tall and had a slender figure. In fact, all the paramedics had the same characteristics. So, they weren’t human, but another species, the injured girl thought.

However, that wasn’t why she was scared. There was fear and sorrow in her eyes, of course. But that was because seeing a normal and helping environment... scared the hell out of her.

The other paramedic sat alongside the other, looking at the injured girl. This paramedic’s body language was well rested. “Allow me to introduce myself.”

The paramedic extended his hand and told the girl his name. He smiled. “My name is Sachiel Eria.”

“Eria... Eria... Eria...” The injured girl repeated his last name. Every time she repeated his last name, she shivered less. Then she yelled out...

“This is Testharia!”

Sachiel simply chuckled, knowing that she was an outsider because of the unfamiliar look. “Yes, you’re most correct in that matter. This part is the most remote part of Testharia, where crime is common.”

He laid back on his seat, crossing his legs. “Part of my job is to make sure no crimes are being committed under my watch, by sending a cornucopia of freelancers that have agreed to survey remote areas of Snowfall Heights. We’re a peaceful community and we hold a severe disdain toward those that allow themselves to drive down a path to evil. Anyhow, you are most welcome here.”

He examined her before laying back on his seat even more. The injured girl wore clothes that were far from casual. They were elegant, stylish, more like royalty. It was ripped and rugged, though, looking more like a worn-down robe.

However, Sachiel Eria, looked pristine. He had short dark yellow hair and black eyes. He was pale, tall and slender, just like the rest. But his body was well-built, and he had more muscle mass than anyone else here. He looked strong.

“What is your name, ma’am?” He asked.

“Name...” The girl stared at Sachiel for a solid 10 seconds. It sounded like she forgot her own name, but that was probably due to the concussion she sustained during a... fight. Which was weird. No person gets into a fight easily unless it was with a polar bear.

But no polar bear was dangerous for people living in Testharia.

“It’s... Jumkou. Jumkou Katatoria.” She would finally speak, revealing her name to the kind and reasonable stranger. But Jumkou knew that this wasn’t just some ordinary stranger. In fact, something screamed ‘knowledge’ when you look her in the eye. Those were the eyes of someone that knew everything.

“Jumkou Katatoria, hm? That is an interesting name indeed. You must not be from around here.” He stressed it out. “How has a beautiful outsider like you happen to be laying smack-dab in the middle of the most remote place in Testharia?”

He asked the question quietly, ensuring a chill and calm atmosphere.

“Oh... I...” She couldn’t help but blush a bit from that statement. “I... I don’t know how I got here, actually...”

He simply smiled, crossing his arms. “If it is a secret matter, I shall not pry.”

The outpost, however, was now visible from the ship window where Sachiel sat.

“Anyhow, do not feel pressurized to tell your tale once we’ve finished tending to your wounds. You are very beat up, and it is important to ensure your survival first before we send you off to where you come from.”

The girl dropped her eyes down to her feet, sighing. “Yeah... thank you for helping me. I appreciate it.”

Sachiel Eria was happy to hear that. Normally, the rescue missions that happen in Snowfall Heights end up not being the most satisfactory kind of missions. As injuries happen so often here, most end up dying before medical procedures can be done. And should they be brought to an outpost... they end up dying there too.

So, in this instance, the paramedics including Sachiel Eria was incredibly happy to know that they could be saved.

“By any chance.... could you tell me what’s going on...” She was still confused, about everything. “Is there a war going on? Are Soul Core and Dark Intrinium still fighting? Is... White Eye still around?”

Those were the kind of questions an amnesiac or a concussed person would answer. Sachiel took it like that. Jumkou was probably an amnesiac, having suffered a great head injury while she was in Snowfall Heights.

“Hmm... Not that I know of right now.” He thought out loud. “I’m sorry, there is nothing that I can think of now. Eh- We’re closed off from the outside world for the most part. Testharia is secluded enough to not have the slightest idea what kind of interplanetary events are happening right now.”

Of course, this was a lie. But his charisma and kind demeanour were enough for Jumkou to trust him on that one.

“Woah...” She looked out the window, noticing how beautiful of a place Testharia was. Of course, they just hovered about the outpost, which looked more like a modern town than anything else.

The outpost was as big as the city center of Testharia’s capital city. When you put it that way, that is huge for a town. There was only one high-rise tower in this certain outpost, which was the hospital.

“That’s... beautifu- AH!” Upon wanting a closer look, she tried getting out of the bed. However, her body gave out completely as she collapsed on the floor.

“Ow...”

-

The Assitrea Outpost. The most populous place in Snowfall Heights used to save people from bad situations in the remote area. It’s mostly home to rehab patients, normal patients, doctors, scientists, and freelancers.

In one of the biggest patient rooms in the hospital, Jumkou Katatoria is currently getting the treatment she needs.

Jumkou stared at the ceiling shortly after waking up.

.:. Crapbaskets... off to a rough start. .:.

She stared at the ceiling.

.:. So Testharia is still around... But I don’t know if Kyvern still is. If this is 25 years after their destruction like I predicted it to be, the- .:.

Her thought-process was cut of by a doctor walking towards the now awake Jumkou. “Hello, Miss. How are you doing?” They waited patiently for an answer. The doctor was pale, tall and thin, like the rest. Now she knew that this is all Testharians were.

She didn’t respond until five seconds after. “My body feels a bit sluggish...”

The doctor smiled, knowing that Jumkou could respond and talking directly. “Ah, that may be the medication. It will wear off in about 30 minutes.” The doctor grabbed his clipboard and started writing things down.

She grunted a bit.

“Do you have apple juice, doctor?”

“Apple juice? Ah, ugam paerela.” The doctor took a while to understand what apple juice was in the universal language. “I shall get it for you.”

The doctor stood from his chair, left the clipboard on his chair and walked out. The other doctors in the same room were evaluating her heart rate and her other vitals.

However, Jumkou didn’t care about everything that was happening around her. Her thoughts lingered on a person. This one person, who she held out so much hope for.

.:. I must figure out where to begin. I need to know the year, the place... Where can I even find him if I don’t know where and when I am... .:.

The doctor came back with a full bottle of apple juice. The doctor picked up his clipboard, sitting down on his chair and grabbed a cup, but Jumkou just popped the cap of the bottle and chugged it down like a madman.

It was clear that she was thirsty.

“Miss... Katatoria. If you do not mind. We would like to ask you a few questions.” He leaned further back on his chair, taking his clipboard and getting ready to write some things down.

“We would like to know how you have sustained so many injuries.”

“Hm? My injuries?” She placed the bottle on her lap.

“I... I got into a fight... and it backfired hard... It was awful.” Thinking about it made her both angered and sorrowful.

“Did you run into some high-profile criminals in Snowfall Heights. According to our Great Kamisword Eria, his excellency found you there.”

The doctors were clearly concerned about how a seemingly powerless, innocent looking girl suddenly landed herself in the center of a very remote area. How did she defend herself? Moreover, how did she survive for so long?

All these questions must have been answered for a full evaluation of her injuries. It was like an interrogation.

The doctor had to know.

“I-...” She was concerned whether she could tell the truth or not.

“It might’ve been... a couple criminals that caught me by surprise.” She had to build up the lie to make it more believable. “They asked for my personal belongings... I gave it to them, but they wanted more, and I refused... So, they beat me up.”

She figured that she had to keep her secret a low.

“Ah.” The doctor showed concern once more. “They are a hardy breed in these parts, which is ironclad. But you are completely safe now. As we evaluate your vitals more, we can properly determine your injuries. Then, we can send you to Tristate City with the appropriate number of guards and survey corps.”

He started writing down the things Jumkou said on his clipboard.

“Right- Thank you, doctor.” She smiled back.

Jumkou was happy to know that she would be safe from now on. But what about ‘that person’? What about the person that she wants to meet right now? What about that person that she holds out so much hope for? That person, that she has never met before. That person, she heard stories about. That person, who could save what she cherishes the most.

.:. The world. .:.

.:. Flynnigan Shotaro. .:.

.:. Testharia. .:.

.:. Kyvern. .:.

.:. Soul Core, Dark Intrinium .:.

.:. White Eye, Nextellar. .:.

.:. Macabre Flugel, Eukaron. .:.

.:. How do I begin? .:.

How do I begin? How do I start from here? How do I look for him? Where do I start? How should I start? When do I start? Where do I start? What do I start with? My thoughts... they are filling up like crazy! How the hell! How the fuck do I start?

How do I start?

The doctor noticed her upcoming panic attack. “It must be an honour to be rescued by our Great Kamisword.” The doctor smiled, showing a laid-back posture.

“Great... Kamisword?”

“That is what we call His Excellency, our leader – Sachiel Eria.” He spoke with great respect.

Such respect, that it sounded rich.

“Sachiel Eria... Sachiel Eria...” Something clicked into her mind.

.:. Sachiel Eria! I remember him! So, this must be after the destruction of Kyvern! Yes! .:.

“He is a very kind and sweet leader.” She noted from her impression of him.

“He very much is so.” He nodded again before standing up and walking over to the other doctors. Her heart rate and vital organs were evaluated. They all seemed fine, and she was ready to be discharged. Her injuries seemed to be less severe than before.

“If you would like. We could discharge you now, or you can choose to lay here if you wish to be properly treated. We often do not send out patients on their way that easily, however... You are recovering at a fast pace.” He noted on her amazing talent.

“Ah... Yes please.” She stretched her arms a bit. “I would like to. Thank you.”

“It is my duty to save lives.” He smiled, adjusting the hospital bed to the point where she would have an easier time getting off it.

As it lay right, she kicked her feet off the bed. Slowly standing up to prevent dizziness, she mildly eyes her battle-scarred clothes sitting on the chair.

“Crapbaskets... they can’t fix this.”

She walked over to it, picking it up.

The doctor waved at Jumkou. “I wish you a good evening. The Great Kamisword must have a convoy waiting for you on the exit. It’s to the right, then you must take an elevator to the ground floor. Then take a left, another left, and there is the exit.”

“Thanks again!” She waved back, before staring at the battle-scarred clothes.

She walked out of the room, scanning the hallway thoroughly to see if anybody was still around. Once it was empty, she closed her eyes.

“Let’s see if I can still pull it off...”

Jumkou decided to utilize her Soul to reverse the damages done to her outfit.

“Inversed...”

“...Damage.”

The Soul responded. The white aura with a time clicking sound engulfed her destroyed outfit. However, it slowly began to repair all the damage that was inflicted.

“Hehehehe!” She laughed happily. Her fit was as good as new. “That’s more like it!”