Within this night swallowed forest of fallen adversaries, a man was walking through. His blade was rusty, too rusty to be of use, however it appeared sufficient to those around him. This world seemed to be odd compared to the others, maybe because of.. A certain someone.. Whatever. The char-Ahem people, of this world are quite, half assed. Despite all that, the man viewed them all indifferently. He calmly strolled in front of an long black haired girl, who seemed to be on the edge of her life, missing an arm, an eye, and her dagger that was shattered. He raised his blade in the air, killing the girl. Was it an act of mercy? He doesn't know.. Actually in fact, he does know. He spat on the concrete, and tilted his head up at the night sky. Then he plucked his sword from the corpse, and raised the blood rusted blade at the stars above... Ah, this is getting too repetitive don't you think? Why must I be.. Letting myself be perceived like the imbeciles written by that Scribe.
So, allow me to convey some sort of advise to anyone reading this. This is one of the many drafts of the same story. Too many to count, however, I do find it quite comedic. That Deceitful calls her, "worlds" that she created, a story. Specifically, a Novel, with the name of "T▇▇e ▇In▇u▇▇r S▇o▇▇."
Ahem, apologies, I had gotten carried away, so here's the advice.
This is a mere draft, so who knows how many more of this repetitive story will be written. So nonetheless. Do. Not. Trust. The. Scribe.
Satoya was laying down in the shade of the ever bright patch of grass and weed. The shade provided great cover, the summer heat was quite horrid, Satoya himself had to fan out his shirt so much his arms were numb from exhaustion.
He looked down at Kohayuki, who was still sleeping or unconscious, who knows. Jeez, how is she still passed out? Now I know how she felt when she was watching over me while I was knocked out by Zykar. Wonder how he's doing, is he still alive.. Eh, why do I care, he tried to kill me with that weird sci-fi arm.
He looked up, witnessing Isaac storm his way to him. He was holding a—is that a shopping bag?
Isaac quickly ran to him, and the passed out Kohayuki. He gently placed the shopping bag, and it smelled like freshly made food, but from where exactly?
"Turns out, we weren't in some post apocalyptic–wait nah we are still, but we are in a country in a Capital." Isaac said, taking out a cold can of CinnaCola, a notorious carbonated beverage from some random Capital Satoya forgot.
Satoya found a small bowl of white rice with some steaming hot pork. He also dug around and found a plastic spoon, shrugging from the lack of chopsticks. He took a bite of some pork he managed to cut with the spoon and rice. The taste was, well, bland, it's literally just cooked pork over white rice. He also asked Isaac while chewing, "wait we are? Which Capital?"
"So apparently we are in the 2nd Capital's Archipelago." Isaac explained, sitting on the warm ground, his hand poised behind him, acting as a stand for him to sit back, he took a sip of the cold can, the fizzing noise was quite loud, but he wasn't surprised due to the can being plastered in "CINNACOLA, EXTRA FIZZ JUSTICE."
"Oh, we are? Why is it so post-apocalyptic-y?" Satoya asked, taking another bite of the bland bowl of white rice and pork.
"So, what happened here was… how long was it… Oh yeah, 230 years ago during the 10th disaster, this country was the epicenter of it. So to put it like this, some guy named Amadeus Magnus, don't mistake him for the Nebulaian Philosopher Amadeus Magnus, became the Cataclysm of the disaster—folded everything in a 30 meter radius, then and I quote "shattered itself."' Kohayuki's sudden lecture from her scared him, causing him to nearly choke. She crawled and reached for a steamed bun while mumbling "Ooh!"
She took a bite, her face contorting into fury. He began to side eye her, chewing on a piece of pork, his eyes narrowed, judging whether or not he's gonna witness the 5th crash out. 1st one being Argoreas, 2nd one being Edward, 3rd one being Rayna, and the 4th one being Johnathan.
Kohayuki held up her bun that had a bite out of it, a red chili oil oozing out of the side. "Who the actual. Fuck. Put chili oil in this." She was still chewing, her jaw moving at a normal pace. There were no signs of someone succumbing to spice.
That's when Satoya remembered, Kohayuki's body is odd, she can tolerate an impeccable amount of spice, and maybe alcohol, alcohol needs to be fact checked due to global Drinking age being 22.
"I was enjoying the beef inside, but who in their right mind put chili oil? Where are we? Huangfu?!" Kohayuki gritted her teeth, speaking in a minor muffle. The sight of her puffed up cheek made Isaac cackle out loud.
Isaac's laughter subsided, he faced Satoya with a worried look. "So, are you feeling better?"
Satoya made a gentle smile, he was unsure, he felt somewhat empty. He never saw anyone as a family, and the closest thing to a family was the gang. He himself never knew his family, and the reason for it, is something he himself cannot remember fully.
"If they believe it's right, then it's right."
Isaac raised an eyebrow, taking another sip out of the can. Kohayuki took another bite of the bun before chuckling lightly. "Look, Isaac! It's the time of the week where Satoya becomes a philosopher!"
"Still not gonna be a philosophy major." Satoya mumbled, making all of them laugh in a chaotic manner. He glanced at the grocery bag, it was very obviously bought from a convenience store, but where exactly? He now knew they were in the 2nd Capital Archipelago, the location of a former Cataclysm who died 230 years ago.
"Isaac, where the hell did you find this?" He then asked, scraping up the rice with his plastic spoon. Taking a final bite, and throwing it in the grocery bag.
"So there's like an outpost, it's honestly pretty big, ya see, it's as large as 4 city blocks combined! But they told me they prefer to use their own currency which is Alikas, but they accepted Alikurs." Isaac shrugged. Kohayuki spat out, laughing even more, "Alikas? Are you serious? Wow, so original, totally not similar to Alikurs!"
"The guy I bought these groceries from told me there is a hotel there, and we can probably afford it, considering I, may or may not have stolen some of Rayna's pocket money while she was asleep during our flight to Rieamaius 5 weeks ago." Isaac took out his wallet from his pocket, opening it up and showing the two an entire stack of Alikur notes.
"Isaac, this is a robbery, holy crap." Kohayuki gasped, taking the last bite of her bun.
Isaac closed the wallet, asking Satoya and Kohayuki, "So y'all wanna go chill in that hotel for a bit to figure everything out?"