After what could be called a tutoring experience, all the people in the boat were escorted away by the law enforcement teams of the zone, right after Yuki and the others vanished.
What the cops and other departments found was sheer devastation: a body count of over 67, most felled by precise shots to vital points. This was the only hint of the attacker's level.
Along with that, they found humans of all ages and genders along the shore.
After investigating, they confirmed the call had come from a ranker on a mission—a habit they had—summoning the area for "cleanup."
This time, the call came from the top of the hierarchy, as indicated by the mark left on the ship deck: a cloud with a hiding sun and eagle wings—the Sky Guild emblem. Seeing this, all they could do was sigh and start processing the aftermath.
-------------Back to Yuki-----------
"To think I'll end up taking care of aliens," Yuki sighed, observing the sleeping pair. "Well, they're cute, though."
He picked them up and laid them in an empty staff room bed, patting them gently before stepping into the meeting room.
"Well, took you long enough," Wand said, beer in hand and mask off, raising his bottle in Yuki's direction. "First mission, and you almost broke the time record."
"I'll drink to that!" Mark said, taking a sip. "And how are our little guests?"
"Good for now," Yuki exhaled, looking around before sitting in front of Wand.
"Now what?"
"Now we celebrate," Wand said, drawing cheers from all directions. One of the staff tried to hand a beer to Yuki, but he unexpectedly refused, embarrassing the man.
"Don't bother, he doesn't drink alcohol," Wand clarified before the man misunderstood.
"That's weird, you know? I was surprised at first," Mark smirked at Yuki. "Never took you as the baby-tongue type."
"Nah, I just don't like the taste," Yuki replied, retrieving something from the table. "I prefer this."
With a quick movement, he wrapped a joint and lit it.
"Oh, herbal type. Where's this from?" the man who had handed the beer first asked.
"It's actually from a small country in East Africa. They say it's the best stuff in the world," Yuki said, scratching his neck. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Right, my bad. Alexander Reggie. A ranker, close-combat specialist—they call me the Mad Dog." He saluted with two fingers, smirking.
"You smoke?" Yuki asked, handing him the joint. Alexander laughed and took it, drawing a puff.
"Woah, this is good stuff," he breathed, noticing Wand watching closely.
By the second puff, Alexander lost balance, sitting back on the chair, staring at the joint before looking at Yuki and laughing.
"Holy…" Mark muttered, surprised. "That just from two puffs? what the hell did you start smoking?"
Wand chuckled like she was watching an after-workout movie, unable to resist fanning the flame.
"Well, normal stuff wouldn't do much to him," she said, taking a sip. "The stuff he smokes could kill a normal adult if not put him in a coma."
Yuki took the joint back from Alexander and smoked, unfazed.
They wanted to comment, but knowing what his body was capable of, they really couldn't.
"I'll take Alexander to his room. See you at the landing," Mark said, picking up the now-sleeping Alexander.
After the small celebration, the rest went to their rooms to rest before landing, as they still had almost an hour of travel.
The door closed, leaving Wand and Yuki alone.
"So, out with it," Wand asked. "What happened?"
Noticing Yuki's unusual mood when he entered, she waited until they were alone. It was certainly something critical if he hadn't mentioned it in front of the group.
"Well, hold your scream for this," Yuki said, giving her a strange look. "The twins are actually aliens."
Wand paused, then smiled. "Haha, very funny. Now get serious."
"I am serious," Yuki said, his face unreadable.
Sensing the seriousness of his words, Wand froze, then set down her beer. "Keep going."
"From their words, they are the last survivors…" Yuki explained.
Keeping calm, Wand started to consider the situation before asking Yuki's opinion.
"Well, honestly, I don't know what to say," Yuki leaned back and sighed. "I didn't catch a lie in their words, and I couldn't force them to answer my questions without triggering their trauma. With the new environment, I don't want a negative reaction."
"After all, I couldn't get a read on them," Yuki clarified. They explained their ability, not him seeing it.
"You were always weak to children," Wand said, knowing he couldn't handle the tears of children despite his lethality.
As a matter of fact, they misjudged the twins' age, judging by height and facial expression, forgetting they were from a completely different race.
"Well, I understand where they come from," Wand said, returning to their previous topic: hiding and lying about Yuki. Humans—even within the same race—will do really crazy things to other ability users.
"What are you going to do?" Wand finally asked.
"Well, for starters, we need to track their ship," Yuki said. "From what they gave me, they regained consciousness at the landing and woke some time before we broke through. So…"
"So whoever catches them will know where it is," Wand finished. "We're lucky the leader was A.U."
For the Sky Guild, criminal ability users are treated very differently, except those who completely lose their minds and wish to kill others.
The rest are imprisoned for life and must donate blood daily. Their blood's properties accelerate natural regeneration in normal humans. That's just the basic medical use—the full potential is far greater.
"After that, we need to check the weak points," Yuki nodded. "That will give us something to base our plan on."
Standing, Yuki headed to check on the twins but stopped at the door, remembering something.
"Oh, right. While you're at it, see if the Guild can obtain last year's star chart from other space-related organizations. I want to verify something," Yuki instructed.
"You have your own, right?" Wand asked, eyebrow raised.
"Mine is only about a year old," he shrugged. "I need something older."
"Oh, hold on," Wand said. "Here."
She threw a hologram phone to him. He recognized it as an exclusive A+ or higher communication device. Looking at Wand, he saw her smirking.
"I don't think it means much, but…" Wand smiled. "Congratulations on passing the ranking-up test. Now you're an A+ ranker."
"So I was being tested?" Yuki asked, not caring much, just clarifying.
"Oh, not that it was necessary," she waved him off. "Now go take care of your daughters."
Sigh. "You won't drop that, will you?" Yuki asked.
"Nope!" Wand said, turning back to the screen on the wall and her beer.
When Yuki stepped out, the screen shifted to the office feed, with Anna sitting there.
"So, what do you think?" Anna asked.
"You saw him too. I don't think the blood affects him," Wand said. All Yuki's actions had been monitored, not restricted, but just to confirm he was okay. After all, this was Ray's first time with shared blood—the blood ritual.
For normal humans, the challenge is mental stress and guilt.
For Awakeners, it's different. Their avatar feeds on bloodlust. Depending on its level, strength, and will, it could push someone into "hyper"—losing their mind entirely.
Reaction times vary, but the maximum is two months.
The reaction will happen. Only the timing varies. The longer it takes, the milder the intensity.
This becomes a test to become a top ranker and pass the A+ test.
"At least he has control—that's reassuring," Wand said. "And what will you do about the girls?"
"I'll leave it to Yuki," Anna said. "They'll at least keep his attention for a couple of months, restricting his movements until we're sure he's okay."
"I see," Wand nodded. "Then arrange my visit to the deep prison."
"I'm on it. When Yuki settles, you can go," Anna nodded. "And thanks for taking care—"
"Don't start. He's my son as much as he's yours," Wand said playfully.
"Thanks," Anna said, closing the line.
.....Back to the twins.
By the time Yuki started celebrating, the twins awakened. They checked the room, confirming it wasn't a prison cell. Seeing their hands unchanged, they sighed in relief.
"That's a relief," Hana murmured—only to get a glare and a knock on the head from Sophia.
"What was that? Can't you focus for a straight minute? What if he had bad intentions?" Sophia snapped.
"We're good now, right?" Hana dodged her glare. "And we've got him on our side, so all went perfectly."
"You…" Sophia began but decided to keep a closer eye on her sister instead.
"So what do we do now?" Hana asked.
"I guess we follow Yuki and see what he decides," Sophia said. A knock came at the door.
"Enter," Sophia said, tense. The door opened, revealing a familiar face. Despite recognizing his gear, they stared for a while.
Misunderstanding, he stopped, holding his mask in his hand. "Sorry if I freaked you out. I am Black Feather. As you know, my name is Yuki Alexander."
"You're handsome," Hana said, cheeks red.
"Thanks. I never knew little girls could flirt," Yuki joked, getting closer—but he immediately regretted it.
"We're not small; we're 16!" This froze Yuki. They hardly passed as 10 or 11, then it clicked: "Aliens."
"Oh, that was rude. In our world, you look like young girls." He got closer and sat in front of them.
"Since you're only two years younger, call me big brother," Yuki smiled. "If you need anything, tell me. After we land, you'll live with me until you decide what to do."
They nodded. Yuki was about to stand but remembered something, sitting back with a serious expression. "One more thing: except me and the skull-mask lady, don't disclose your origin to anyone."
Seeing their confused faces, he added, "I hate to say this, but our world isn't safe. You're lucky we were the first you met."
They nodded in understanding. Yuki took his leave. "I'll call when we land."
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After what could be called a tutoring experience, all the people in the boat were escorted away by the law enforcement teams of the zone, right after Yuki and the others vanished.
What the cops and other departments found was sheer devastation: a body count of over 67. Most were felled by precise shots to vital points. This was the only hint of the attacker's level.
Along with that, they found humans of all ages and genders along the shore.
After investigating, they confirmed the call had come from a ranker on a mission—a habit they had—summoning the area for "cleanup."
This time, the call came from the top of the hierarchy, as indicated by a mark left on the ship deck: a cloud with a hiding sun and eagle wings—the Sky Guild emblem. Seeing this, all they could do was sigh and start processing the aftermath.
-------------Back to Yuki-----------
"To think I'll end up taking care of aliens," Yuki sighed, observing the sleeping pair. "Well, they're cute, though."
He picked them up and laid them in an empty staff room bed. He patted them gently before stepping into the meeting room.
"Well, took you long enough," Wand said, beer in hand and mask off, raising his bottle in Yuki's direction. "First mission, and you almost broke the time record."
"I'll drink to that!" Mark said, taking a sip. "And how are our little guests?"
"Good for now," Yuki exhaled, looking around before sitting in front of Wand.
"Now what?"
"Now we celebrate," Wand said, drawing cheers from all directions. One staff member tried to hand Yuki a beer, but he unexpectedly refused, embarrassing the man.
"Don't bother, he doesn't drink alcohol," Wand clarified.
"That's weird. I was surprised too at first," Mark smirked at Yuki. "Never took you as the baby-tongue type."
"Nah, I just don't like the taste," Yuki replied, retrieving something from the table. "I prefer this."
With a quick movement, he rolled a joint and lit it.
"Oh, herbal type. Where's this from?" the man who had handed the beer first asked.
"It's from a small country in East Africa. They say it's the best stuff in the world," Yuki said, scratching his neck. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Right, my bad. Alexander Reggie. A ranker, close-combat specialist—they call me the Mad Dog." He saluted with two fingers, smirking.
"You smoke?" Yuki asked, handing him the joint. Alexander laughed and took it, drawing a puff.
"Woah, this is good stuff," he breathed, noticing Wand watching closely.
By the second puff, Alexander lost his balance and slumped back in the chair, staring at the joint before looking at Yuki and laughing.
"Holy…" Mark muttered, surprised. "That's just from two puffs? How the hell did you start smoking?"
Wand chuckled like she was watching an after-workout movie, unable to resist fanning the flame.
"Well, normal stuff wouldn't do much to him," she said, taking a sip. "The stuff he smokes could kill a normal adult if it didn't put him in a coma."
Yuki took the joint back from Alexander and smoked, completely unfazed.
They wanted to comment, but knowing what his body was capable of, they really couldn't.
"I'll take Alexander to his room. See you at the landing," Mark said, picking up the now-sleeping Alexander.
After the small celebration, they went to their rooms to rest before landing, as they still had almost an hour of travel.
The door closed, leaving Wand and Yuki alone.
"So, out with it," Wand asked. "What happened?"
Noticing Yuki's unusual mood when he entered, she waited until they were alone. It was clearly something critical if he hadn't mentioned it in front of the group.
"Well, hold your scream for this," Yuki said, giving her a strange look. "The twins are actually aliens."
Wand paused, then smiled. "Haha, very funny. Now get serious."
"I am serious," Yuki said, his face unreadable.
Sensing the seriousness of his words, Wand froze, then set down her beer. "Keep going."
"From their words, they are the last survivors…" Yuki explained.
Keeping calm, Wand considered the situation before asking Yuki's opinion.
"Well, honestly, I don't know what to say," Yuki leaned back and sighed. "I didn't catch a lie in their words. I couldn't force them to answer my questions without triggering their trauma. And with the new environment, I don't want a negative reaction."
"After all, I couldn't get a read on them," Yuki clarified. They explained their abilities, not him seeing it.
"You were always weak to children," Wand said, knowing he couldn't handle the tears of children despite his lethality.
As a matter of fact, they misjudged the twins' age, judging by height and facial expressions, forgetting they were from a completely different race.
"Well, I understand where they come from," Wand said, returning to the topic of hiding and lying about Yuki. Humans—even within the same race—will do really crazy things to other ability users.
"What are you going to do?" Wand finally asked.
"Well, for starters, we need to track their ship," Yuki said. "From what they gave me, they regained consciousness at the landing and woke some time before we broke through. So…"
"So whoever catches them will know where it is," Wand finished. "We're lucky the leader was A.U."
For the Sky Guild, criminal ability users are treated differently, except those who completely lose their minds and wish to kill others.
The rest are imprisoned for life and must donate blood daily. Their blood's properties accelerate natural regeneration in normal humans. That's just the basic medical use—the full potential is far greater.
"After that, we need to check the weak points," Yuki nodded. "That will give us something to base our plan on."
Standing, Yuki headed to check on the twins but stopped at the door, remembering something.
"Oh, right. While you're at it, see if the Guild can obtain last year's star chart from other space-related organizations. I want to verify something," Yuki instructed.
"You have your own, right?" Wand asked, eyebrow raised.
"Mine is only about a year old," he shrugged. "I need something older."
"Oh, hold on," Wand said. "Here."
She threw a hologram phone to him. He recognized it as an exclusive A+ or higher communication device. Looking at Wand, he saw her smirking.
"I don't think it means much, but…" Wand smiled. "Congratulations on passing the ranking-up test. Now you're an A+ ranker."
"So I was being tested?" Yuki asked, not caring much, just clarifying.
"Oh, not that it was necessary," she waved him off. "Now go take care of your daughters."
Sigh. "You won't drop that, will you?" Yuki asked.
"Nope!" Wand said, turning back to the screen on the wall and her beer.
When Yuki stepped out, the screen shifted to the office feed, with Anna sitting there.
"So, what do you think?" Anna asked.
"You saw him too. I don't think the blood affects him," Wand said. All Yuki's actions had been monitored, not restricted, just to confirm he was okay. After all, this was Ray's first time with shared blood—the blood ritual.
For normal humans, the challenge is mental stress and guilt.
For Awakeners, it's different. Their avatar feeds on bloodlust. Depending on its level, strength, and will, it could push someone into "hyper"—losing their mind entirely.
Reaction times vary, but the maximum is two months.
The reaction will happen. Only the timing varies. The longer it takes, the milder the intensity.
This becomes a test to become a top ranker and pass the A+ test.
"At least he has control—that's reassuring," Wand said. "And what will you do about the girls?"
"I'll leave it to Yuki," Anna said. "They'll at least keep his attention for a couple of months, restricting his movements until we're sure he's okay."
"I see," Wand nodded. "Then arrange my visit to the deep prison."
"I'm on it. When Yuki settles, you can go," Anna nodded. "And thanks for taking care—"
"Don't start. He's my son as much as he's yours," Wand said playfully.
"Thanks," Anna said, closing the line.
-----Back to the twins-----
By the time Yuki started celebrating, the twins awakened. They checked the room, confirming it wasn't a prison cell. Seeing their hands unchanged, they sighed in relief.
"That's a relief," Hana murmured—only to get a glare and a knock on the head from Sophia.
"What was that? Can't you focus for a straight minute? What if he had bad intentions?" Sophia snapped.
"We're good now, right?" Hana dodged her glare. "And we've got him on our side, so all went perfectly."
"You…" Sophia began but decided to keep a closer eye on her sister instead.
"So what do we do now?" Hana asked.
"I guess we follow Yuki and see what he decides," Sophia said. A knock came at the door.
"Enter," Sophia said, tense. The door opened, revealing a familiar face. Despite recognizing his gear, they stared for a while.
Misunderstanding, he stopped, holding his mask in his hand. "Sorry if I freaked you out. I am Black Feather. As you know, my name is Yuki Alexander."
"You're handsome," Hana said, cheeks red.
"Thanks. I never knew little girls could flirt," Yuki joked, getting closer—but immediately regretted it.
"We're not small; we're 16!" This froze Yuki. They hardly passed as 10 or 11. Then it clicked: "Aliens."
"Oh, that was rude. In our world, you look like young girls." He got closer and sat in front of them.
"Since you're only two years younger, call me big brother," Yuki smiled. "If you need anything, tell me. After we land, you'll live with me until you decide what to do."
They nodded. Yuki was about to stand but remembered something, sitting back with a serious expression. "One more thing: except me and the skull-mask lady, don't disclose your origin to anyone."
Seeing their confused faces, he added, "I hate to say this, but our world isn't safe. You're lucky we were the first you met."
They nodded in understanding. Yuki took his leave. "I'll call when we land."