Chapter 0: Prologue
Two opponents positioned themselves opposite of each other.
A lone figure.
An army.
There is cavalry charging in a green field, knights of the olden days of chivalry and romantic conquest. With imposing shiny metal armor and long lances pointed straight at the figure riding a strange metal beast. The sound of the horses’ hooves trampling the dirt beneath them, accompanied by the war cries of veteran cavalrymen.
They had no chance.
In one instance, the beast mowed all of them down, spewing hot metal towards its foes. The sound of gunfire ripping through the battlefield. Bodies of horses and men crumpling over the battlefield as hot lead embedded itself in them. The army stopped unable to comprehend what had just transpired, taking a moment to figure out what had just happened.
‘Perfect.’ The figure thought to himself.
One moment is all that was needed for the figure, He pulled out a crude flare gun from its holster, firing it into the air. Suddenly, men from the rear started dropping like flies.
Hidden from sight, guerrilla sharpshooters pick off the enemy one by one.
Panic started to consume the men, breaking ranks and causing major disarray.
The figure smirked to himself and climbed down the turret revealing a boy seventeen years of age, with green hair. He taps the shoulder of his driver, and gives his order.
“Advance!”
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It was the second year of senior high school, Hasegawa Kazuki was a regular Japanese high-schooler, well as normal as you can get with green hair and brown eyes. Wearing his school blazer, black shoes and pants he sprints into the school building.
Running through hallway as it was almost class time. It was one of the rare times that Hasegawa has ever been in this situation, being quite a punctual student
‘Crap!’ He thinks to himself, looking down at the watch on his wrist. Seeing the minute hand slowly approaching eight o’clock. Climbing up a flight of stairs and running around a corner.
Finally, he reaches the hallway his classroom is located in, dashing in a mad sprint like he’s never done before, Hasegawa barely clocked, managing to reach the classroom and slam the door open.
All eyes suddenly fall on Hasegawa.
‘That’s to be expected isn’t it, slamming the door that loud’.
Hasegawa decides to just quietly enter the room and go to his seat in the second to the last row next to the windows. Sitting down he sees his teacher Ms. Nakajima Nanae just shaking her head. She is a pretty beloved teacher who has quite an airhead reputation, but when she gets serious, she’s pretty scary.
“That was a close call, make sure not to do it again Hasegawa-kun.”
“Yes ma’am!”
All in all, the lessons were pretty boring, with Hasegawa barely being able to finish the period without dozing off. His eyes wandered around the classroom noticing some people listening while others not so much.
‘It’s a pretty slow day…’ He thinks to himself.
The bell rings as the final morning period finishes and lunch starts, as Hasegawa pull out his bento box, courtesy of his little sister, Mafuyu Hasegawa.
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He opens the bento preparing to delight himself with this nutritious meal until.
“Nice save there Hasegawa-kun.”
‘Oh no.’
A hand grabs his shoulder, turning him around to face Ryuu Arata, the class representative and winner of the best male student popularity contest in the school twice.
“U-Uh thanks I guess?”
“You know you run pretty fast. You should join the football club, if not why not the track and field club.”
‘I know that Ryuu-san is popular, and that, but why does he keep talking to me.’
“I’m flattered but no thanks. I'd rather read light novels or history books than do that.”
He sits in the last chair right next to the window with his bishounen characteristics with flowing blonde hair, blue eyes and perfect white teeth. Resembling those classic heroes from those old anime
‘How does he keep his hair flowing like that, it’s very unnatural for a full Japanese person to have those features. Well I suppose I’m not one to talk, with how many times I’ve told people that my green hair is natural.’’
Even though being seatmates since the start of the schoolyear, Hasegawa still hasn’t gotten used to Ryuu-san’s constant pestering of him.
‘It’s like my head’s gonna explode, he should know by now I don’t like talking to him.’
“You know Hasegawa-kun, staying inside all the time, that's a bad habit. You should stretch your legs out every now and then.” Ryuu smiles at him. After what felt like an eternity to Hasegawa, Ryuu finally removes his hand from his shoulder.
“I’ll try to remember that.”
‘Since when was having a hobby bad?’
The sound of footsteps approaches both boys.
“Arata-kun. Can I have a word with you?” A person calls out to him, Akemi Akari the female class rep and approaches them.
‘First name basis…’
Her red hair complimenting her sharp black eyes, the ideal figure of the student body, smart and beautiful. The bright and cheerful kind of person, exactly like her name. She and Ryuu have known each other since childhood, and the two are pretty close.
“What do you want Akemi-chan?” Ryuu asked.
“You were absent for the last meeting! quite frankly I’m a bit concerned about your class representative position Ryuu-kun.”
“Sorry… I got caught up in football practice.”
“You may be good at sports Arata-kun but your grades are also starting to fall.”
She continues.
“Why don’t you ask Hasegawa-kun to tutor you, especially in mathematics”
“But I still have practice.”
She points at Ryuu.
“You are going to join me for lunch.”
“Akemi-chan can you repeat that again?”
“I said that you will join me for lunch. I-It’s just for me to keep an eye on you.” Akari slightly blushes, she looks away hoping that the people in the room would fail to notice her blush.
‘Oh, this won’t end well.’
Hasegawa shivers, feeling an ominous aura right next to both of the lovebirds even he could feel the deadly glares of all the males in this classroom.
It was directed straight at Ryuu. The mental image of your idol asking somebody else out, was too much for the members of the Akari-san fan club. Even if it’s just for lunch.
“Sure!”
And with that the atmosphere in the room contrasts drastically, there is a clear boundary that separates the room in half. Between the blinding white light of the power couple and the dark and gloom of the other students. The tension in the room was pretty high, this lasted for a solid minute.
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Suddenly circles of light appeared underneath their feet. Bathing the whole room in white light.
“What is this!” Hasegawa shouted.
He frantically looks around and sees the other students panic.
“What’s happening!” a girl shouted
“The fuck is this!” another student shouted.
“Everyone, calm down! This might just be a prank or something. There might be something wrong with the lightbulbs” Ms. Nakajima tries to calm them down.
Unreadable symbols appear on the circles, moving and rotating inside it, slowly it expands outwards, from the base of the foot to around an arm’s length.
Hasegawa looks down, observing the magic circle. Then from a white light it starts to change into a scarlet red, he looks around comparing his circle to others. The only red circle is his, everybody else has a pure white color instead.
That was his last thought before the blinding white light overcame the entire classroom, leaving no one in sight.
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Feeling himself land on a hard surface with an audible thud, Hasegawa picks himself up looking around to see dazed classmates appearing from apparent nothingness emerging from a white light. His eyes started scouring around the room they were in, white marble walls with extravagant carvings and large columns. The floor was plated with gold and granite with a large summoning circle engraved in the gold.
Ms. Nakajima as usual, the diligent type decided to do a head count, with apparently everyone being present.
Suddenly a voice rings throughout the room.
“Your Majesty! the summoning was a success!” A person calls out to a person wearing regal clothes. An old man with greying hair and a long beard sits on a throne, wearing a crown and outfitted with purple robes, he stands and extends his arms into a welcoming pose. He walks towards them and says one line.
“Greetings heroes! The blessed warriors of Nuarin, God of Light.”
‘This isn’t Japan. That’s for sure.’
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