Chapter 385 - Akio (3) (1/2)
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Above, a battle of ultimate slaughter took place. Below, a sea of black metal, blood, and flesh piled on endlessly. New additions entered every second without fail.
”Khoff Khak Khak!!” A cough abruptly broke the solemn silence of the graveyard. A few corpses and pieces of severed limbs moved away as an arm reached out. It seemed lacking in strength, but relentless as it dug upwards until it broke free from its dead-barred prison.
Pow!
A corpse from the skies fell heavily on the arm, snapping it in two as a painful wail muffedly sounded. It wasn't until a few seconds later that another arm pierced through the corpses and reached out, retaining its unrelenting desire for freedom. After grabbing ahold of a few bodies, it pushed itself upwards until a small head surfaced.
A head of violet hair and a pair of wary orange eyes revealed itself. Gasping heavily for breath as it continued upwards. It took a little bit effort before that figure could free its arm which had broken solidly in two places, the bone protruded from his lower forearm, and blood gushed outwards.
It was Akio!!
”Haa...haaa…” He touched his side and painfully grimaced. He had been pierced through by a blazing arrow. Luckily, it missed his heart and struck his stomach. At that moment, the searing flames had closed off many of the wounds. If he wasn't a child with a frailer body than an adult, the arrow would've likely stuck onto his body and burned his soul, life, and fleshy body m into nothing.
He gripped his broken arm and breathed slowly.
SNAP!!!
He placed the bone back in place decisively, blood flowing about. He gripped it hard. A bandage was created from nothing, wrapping around his arm like a perfectly done gauze that hurriedly stopped the bleeding.
”I...Tsumi!” As he was thinking about his lucky survival, his mind jolted into focus as he looked upwards, hoping to catch a small figure bobbing and weaving about in a sea of black knights and ocean of constant death. However, his eyes were already hazy and difficult to focus, leaving him only seeing vague cluster of clashing bodies and falling corpses.
Bang!
He looked at the body that had just fallen, realizing it was a member of his race. His expression turned gloomy. This was a middle-aged kitsune male, his expression fierce and his death vicious. The only thing that dropped was one half of his body - his right side.
Opening his mouth, he wanted to roar, but nothing came out. The people he grew up with was dying, but he didn't feel sad about this, but because of his own weakness people had died. He wanted to kill more, kill them all, and protect his home! He wanted a life in this world, a life with Tsumi! He was too young and he wasn't ready to be in the afterlife.
What about his sister? He didn't even know if she is or will be okay.
They were trained from birth to fight, but fighting truly was a tiring task. From young, they fought monstrous beasts produced by their clan's secret arts, they fought their Elders for experience, and they fought themselves each day in a constant bid to become stronger.
As he thought about his memories, he felt powerless. If he had trained for one more day, could he have dodged that arrow, noticed that attack, saved that young girl's life? A surge of regret flowed through his mind, and he hated that he was too young, that he was too weak! Clenching his fist, he smashed it towards a random corpse.
Pow!
Analyzing his body, he knew death was moments away. What he was living on was just borrowed time.
Whizz!!
An odd sound birthed itself from his chestplate. Shocked, he looked downwards to see his chest burning with a violet flame. ”Father?!” He clutched at his breastplate with emotions. He may not have seen his father in this life of his, but he had always been with them through the ritual, waiting for him in the afterlife.