3 Recovery (1/2)
d̴͎͕̱̖̿̾ ̸̭̮͂̒͂͐͌̿̔̂̾̓̊̀̄̾͘͝Ì̶̢͖̟̟͖̩̝͎͚̹̬̩̈́̓̔̿͘͜ ̴̘̮͚̣̻̲̜̼̱̟̜̎̿̿͑̈́͛̾̊̃̃̎̿̚͘͘͝͠ͅk̷̼͛̑̓͊͐̅̕͠ṅ̶̢̨̻̦̱̞̠̳͈͓͖̘͓͖̦̲̏o̷̦͂̅̈́̄́̓͋̀̿̿̔̔͂́͑̽͘̚͝ͅẅ̶̡̨̨̯͍̞̲̟̘͚̬̣̤́̽̔̉̅̽̚͠,̷̜̯̮̻͇͔͓́͗͛̋̊͆́̀͋͜ ̶̢̧̨̗̬͖̲̙̬͇̩̞͓̬̣̊̐͒̔͋̋̀͛̋̈́͊͠͠ͅy̵̢̡͍̭̞̼͐̎̽͂͘o̶͚̽̈́̈́͊̏͗̓̀̀̾̇̕͘͝ư̸̧̛̍̍̆̀͊̅̂͆͆́̐͋̍̕͝ ̵̧̧̛̠͔̰̗̮͍̩̺̮̣͎͗̐̄͊͐͂̔͑̎̇̈̇̈́̊͘͘͝͠c̶̡͙͈̬͔͈̀͊̉̌̂̆̉̔̈́̅́͑̐̆̒͝͝͝å̵̧͍̠̺̟̰̫͖̣̻̻̼̖̼͕̘̰̦͖̈́́́̽̈͑̆̍͝͝n̴͖͔̗̠̲̱̯͉̮̒͊̐̉̍͒̇̆̎̓͂͛͘͜͝͝͝͝ ̸̳̻̩̙͖̟̹̞͔̯̎̈́̓̕c̵̢̜̳͎̼̮̟̮͕̤̱̻̻̞̟͙̳̼̍̚͝ͅô̵̢̧̺͇̺͕̘̝̬̠͔̖̗̿̿̉̔̒̽̕ͅͅv̴̞̆͐̅̈́̒̒ẹ̶̢͇͖͈͉̃̄͂̾r̸̦͖͖͙̟͍̖̈́̆̾̃̉̊̊̀͛ ̵̡̧̧͇͍͖̖̫̗͉̙̭̺͎͕͕̣̀͆̾̑́͗̀́̌̏̽̓͂̐̀͑ị̷̛̗͚̣͍͉̜̖̝͆̇̎̌̑̓͛́̕͜ţ̶̦͉̝͈̗͒̂͊́͐͗̔͌͊̓̐̈́͂̚͘͠͠͝.̵̛͔̫͊̉̊̒́͌̆̾͐̑͛͋̂̆̈̕͘
d̴͎͕̱̖̿̾ ̸̭̮͂̒͂͐͌̿̔̂̾̓̊̀̄̾͘͝Ì̶̢͖̟̟͖̩̝͎͚̹̬̩̈́̓̔̿͘͜ ̴̘̮͚̣̻̲̜̼̱̟̜̎̿̿͑̈́͛̾̊̃̃̎̿̚͘͘͝͠ͅk̷̼͛̑̓͊͐̅̕͠ṅ̶̢̨̻̦̱̞̠̳͈͓͖̘͓͖̦̲̏o̷̦͂̅̈́̄́̓͋̀̿̿̔̔͂́͑̽͘̚͝ͅẅ̶̡̨̨̯͍̞̲̟̘͚̬̣̤́̽̔̉̅̽̚͠,̷̜̯̮̻͇͔͓́͗͛̋̊͆́̀͋͜ ̶̢̧̨̗̬͖̲̙̬͇̩̞͓̬̣̊̐͒̔͋̋̀͛̋̈́͊͠͠ͅy̵̢̡͍̭̞̼͐̎̽͂͘o̶͚̽̈́̈́͊̏͗̓̀̀̾̇̕͘͝ư̸̧̛̍̍̆̀͊̅̂͆͆́̐͋̍̕͝ ̵̧̧̛̠͔̰̗̮͍̩̺̮̣͎͗̐̄͊͐͂̔͑̎̇̈̇̈́̊͘͘͝͠c̶̡͙͈̬͔͈̀͊̉̌̂̆̉̔̈́̅́͑̐̆̒͝͝͝å̵̧͍̠̺̟̰̫͖̣̻̻̼̖̼͕̘̰̦͖̈́́́̽̈͑̆̍͝͝n̴͖͔̗̠̲̱̯͉̮̒͊̐̉̍͒̇̆̎̓͂͛͘͜͝͝͝͝ ̸̳̻̩̙͖̟̹̞͔̯̎̈́̓̕c̵̢̜̳͎̼̮̟̮͕̤̱̻̻̞̟͙̳̼̍̚͝ͅô̵̢̧̺͇̺͕̘̝̬̠͔̖̗̿̿̉̔̒̽̕ͅͅv̴̞̆͐̅̈́̒̒ẹ̶̢͇͖͈͉̃̄͂̾r̸̦͖͖͙̟͍̖̈́̆̾̃̉̊̊̀͛ ̵̡̧̧͇͍͖̖̫̗͉̙̭̺͎͕͕̣̀͆̾̑́͗̀́̌̏̽̓͂̐̀͑ị̷̛̗͚̣͍͉̜̖̝͆̇̎̌̑̓͛́̕͜ţ̶̦͉̝͈̗͒̂͊́͐͗̔͌͊̓̐̈́͂̚͘͠͠͝.̵̛͔̫͊̉̊̒́͌̆̾͐̑͛͋̂̆̈̕͘
d̴͎͕̱̖̿̾ ̸̭̮͂̒͂͐͌̿̔̂̾̓̊̀̄̾͘͝Ì̶̢͖̟̟͖̩̝͎͚̹̬̩̈́̓̔̿͘͜ ̴̘̮͚̣̻̲̜̼̱̟̜̎̿̿͑̈́͛̾̊̃̃̎̿̚͘͘͝͠ͅk̷̼͛̑̓͊͐̅̕͠ṅ̶̢̨̻̦̱̞̠̳͈͓͖̘͓͖̦̲̏o̷̦͂̅̈́̄́̓͋̀̿̿̔̔͂́͑̽͘̚͝ͅẅ̶̡̨̨̯͍̞̲̟̘͚̬̣̤́̽̔̉̅̽̚͠,̷̜̯̮̻͇͔͓́͗͛̋̊͆́̀͋͜ ̶̢̧̨̗̬͖̲̙̬͇̩̞͓̬̣̊̐͒̔͋̋̀͛̋̈́͊͠͠ͅy̵̢̡͍̭̞̼͐̎̽͂͘o̶͚̽̈́̈́͊̏͗̓̀̀̾̇̕͘͝ư̸̧̛̍̍̆̀͊̅̂͆͆́̐͋̍̕͝ ̵̧̧̛̠͔̰̗̮͍̩̺̮̣͎͗̐̄͊͐͂̔͑̎̇̈̇̈́̊͘͘͝͠c̶̡͙͈̬͔͈̀͊̉̌̂̆̉̔̈́̅́͑̐̆̒͝͝͝å̵̧͍̠̺̟̰̫͖̣̻̻̼̖̼͕̘̰̦͖̈́́́̽̈͑̆̍͝͝n̴͖͔̗̠̲̱̯͉̮̒͊̐̉̍͒̇̆̎̓͂͛͘͜͝͝͝͝ ̸̳̻̩̙͖̟̹̞͔̯̎̈́̓̕c̵̢̜̳͎̼̮̟̮͕̤̱̻̻̞̟͙̳̼̍̚͝ͅô̵̢̧̺͇̺͕̘̝̬̠͔̖̗̿̿̉̔̒̽̕ͅͅv̴̞̆͐̅̈́̒̒ẹ̶̢͇͖͈͉̃̄͂̾r̸̦͖͖͙̟͍̖̈́̆̾̃̉̊̊̀͛ ̵̡̧̧͇͍͖̖̫̗͉̙̭̺͎͕͕̣̀͆̾̑́͗̀́̌̏̽̓͂̐̀͑ị̷̛̗͚̣͍͉̜̖̝͆̇̎̌̑̓͛́̕͜ţ̶̦͉̝͈̗͒̂͊́͐͗̔͌͊̓̐̈́͂̚͘͠͠͝.̵̛͔̫͊̉̊̒́͌̆̾͐̑͛͋̂̆̈̕͘
The boy, Issei Hyoudou…his eyes shot open.
Currently he was, somewhere he couldn't comprehend he felt as if he was floating…or drowning?
A familiar experience of drowning in the public pool, when he was just four years old, his first near \”death\” experience, however, that day…instead of the lifeguard the one who saved his life was his very own father.
That day, or from those moments onward he looked upto his father, his hero.
His father…?
Where is he…?
The sudden realization…
The sudden resurfacing of the memories.
That's correct…
They are not with him anymore…
His mother…His father…no one…his life, is all meaningless now.
Why must he exist?
He wanted to move, but was unable to do so, it's as if he was stuck in a place. Firmly.
With whatever little movement he could do with his free neck and head, he looked around, he…found himself inside a tank? A very large tank, where different tubes where connected through his body.
A life support system.
Finally his eyes wander off to his left arm, The Red Dragon Gauntlet, the spirit that resided within him; the name of the dragon was Ddraig.
Perhaps, he knew what was going on, after all both of them had spoken before.
If he asks once again about his situation maybe…?
His trail of thoughts were halted, for some unknown reason, little Issei went to slumber once again.
…
Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap…
Footsteps, slowly approaching the very place, where Issei Hyoudou was located.
In front of his life support system, stood a man who happens to look around the age of sixty or above, however his body seems to be in perfectly fit condition.
His hair was white, so was his long beard…he taps on the tank three times before calling out to someone,
\”Lizard, I know you are listening to me, wake up!\”
-his voice was filled with nostalgia and a little bit of anger.
[Who calls…? Ah! Old man, it would seem…my current host's luck is something to behold, isn't it? An [Inferno] which supposedly erases everyone's existence, this lad was saved…and by you that is!]
-Ddraig, the spirit of the Red Dragon inside the gauntlet spoke with a new found amusement.
\”Lizard, gimme a run down, what happen?\”
[[Poet], I thought you who see everything and has vision everywhere, would know what was going on?]
\”That's what people think these days right? Fools, due to certain events…my link from [Treachery] is removed, and the last thing I felt was the disappearance of magic beasts\”
[Disappearance? Eh? Does it include the [Manticore] and the [White Whale]?]
\”Hm? Certainly, it's almost as if the entire place was emptied out, how did you know that?\”
[It would seem those \”magical beasts\” where intentionally released in the human world…]
-The old man seemed to surprised, his voice contained shock as well, as he spoke,
\”In the human world? Where exactly?\”
[If, I'm correct, the place is called, Kuho, Japan…my current host's hometown…]
\”Say no more, I can feel the sorrow, the anguish, the pain…the angst in this child, and most important of all, I feel tremendous rage, that should not be present\”
[What do you expect? He lost his parents…and was pushed in here by two strong devils]
Once again, listening to Ddraig, the old man raised his brow, and continued…
\”Devils? Opening a portal to the Inferno?\”
[Yes…someone almost as strong as a [Super Devil], like that [Crimson Brat] who landed a hit on me.]
\”Did you see who they where?\”
[Nope, I was recently activated…my host is a young kid, if anything, me being able to sense them…is a high-feat by my host]
\”Hmmm…you praising the child? He must be special then.\”
[He is.]
Sighing, pressing the subject no further the old man speaks with a voice full of seriousness,
\”Lizard, do you know, for how long this kid has been passed out?\”
[I'm not sure myself]
\”Great, according to the time of human world, it's one month\”
[One Month? Now that, I think about it, my consciousness isn't fully reaching him, have stopped the connection]
\”Indeed, there something, I need to state, before I reconfigure you to sync with the boy once again\”
[Go ahead]
\”The boy, Issei Hyoudou, I found him…fallen in the ninth circle [Treachery]\”
[-!?]
\”Yes, his bones were all broken, his spine damaged…his nerves well, shattered and most of all he lost his right eye and his cerebrum took a deep hit\”