Chapter Twenty-Eight: No More Games
“Who wants to be first?!” The mysterious figured sneered, his voice booming across the devastated field. He scanned the survivors, taunting them with his words. "Oh, no volunteers? Well, okay, I’ll pick. Every minute you don’t fight back, Yozora, I’ll start popping heads, one by one. Let’s see how long you can watch."
Yozora’s chest tightened as he rose to his feet, still reeling from the earlier attack. His mind raced, calculating his next move. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of the responsibility pressing down on him. He had to protect what was left of the crowd—their lives hung in the balance.
“Fine,” Yozora said through gritted teeth, his voice low and calm despite the storm of emotions raging within him. “I’ll fight. But if I do, they don’t get hurt.”
The figure smile widened into a cruel grin. “No, no, no,” he said, shaking his head mockingly. “They die anyway. The only thing you get to decide is how long it takes, and how messy it gets.”
Yozora’s blood boiled, but he kept his composure. He needed to stay focused if he had any chance of saving them. “What’s your name?” he asked, his voice steady.
The figure chuckled darkly, clearly amused by the question. “My name? Hahaha! You want to know my name, you piece of shit? It’s Rexx.”
Yozora nodded slowly, his gaze narrowing. “Rexx, I’m sorry, but today your life ends here.” He took a deep breath, summoning his katana, Cerulean. The blade shimmered in the dim light, its energy radiating as it formed in Yozora’s hand. “I don’t care how much I have to relearn. You’ve killed too many innocent people. And for that, you’ll pay.”
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Rexx tilted his head, looking mildly entertained. He shook his head and burst out laughing. “You mean this fodder? These weaklings aren’t even worth the effort! Killing them is like crushing bugs.”
Yozora ignored his taunts. His eyes closed briefly as he shifted into a familiar stance—katana sheathed, body steady, his focus sharp. The world around him seemed to slow as he entered a state of calm before the storm.
“Look, Rexx,” Yozora said softly, “you can save your friends, or you can die with them. The choice is yours.”
Rexx glanced back at his two comrades, Lila and Toya, who stood nearby with arrogant grins. His confidence remained unshaken. “You think you can beat us? There’s three of us, and only one of you. This should be fun.”
As Rexx laughed, Yozora’s eyes snapped open, the intensity in them enough to send chills down anyone’s spine. “Cerulean Fumi: Form Eight—Void Walker.”
In an instant, Yozora vanished from sight, his body flickering out of existence like a wisp of smoke. Rexx’s laughter died in his throat, his eyes darting around in confusion. “Where the hell did he go?!”
Before Rexx could react, Yozora reappeared beside T.LAC, who lay unconscious on the ground. With a swift movement, Yozora lifted him gently and set him against the remnants of a broken pillar. “Rest here for now, T,”Yozora whispered. “I’ve got some rats to take care of.”
Rexx, now visibly agitated, barked orders at his comrades. “Lila! Toya! Where’s the augmenter? Where did he go?!”
Lila and Toya spun around, their eyes wide with shock. “He was right here!” Lila stammered, panic creeping into her voice. “We don’t know where he—”
Their argument was cut short as Yozora reappeared behind them, his katana flashing through the air. “Cerulean Fumi: Helix Arc!” he called out, releasing a crescent-shaped wave of energy that sliced through the air like a razor’s edge.
The arc of Hindo cleaved through Lila and Toya, cutting their bodies in half before they even realized what had happened. Blood splattered the ground as their lifeless forms crumpled to the floor. Yozora stood still for a moment, the tension in the air thick as he flicked the blood from his blade with a swift, practiced motion.
Rexx’s eyes widened in disbelief. His laughter and mockery had vanished, replaced by a simmering rage and fear he hadn’t expected. Yozora turned to face him, his gaze cold and unrelenting.
“Now,” Yozora said, his voice like ice, “you and I can play.”
Rexx clenched his fists, fury boiling beneath his skin. “You’ll regret this,” he snarled, his body surging with dark energy. “You’ve only made this more painful for yourself.”
Yozora’s stance remained steady, his katana at the ready. “No more games, Rexx. Let’s finish this.”