In a room of a certain building, a fierce gunshot sounds reverberated. A past middleaged man with ruffled silver-gray hair was confirming his smartphone with an
expression as though he had bitten something bitter.
[No good. As expected, there is interference. What about the others?]
[No, it's no good. The transmission device is also not reacting.]
[Mine too...president.]
A black person clad in black suit holding a hand gun shook his head while answering.
It was exactly as he said, the man with silver-gray hair was the president of America.
He received terrorist attack at the upper level of a skyscraper where he was
undergoing a concealed official business, and he somehow managed to escape and
survive thanks to the do-or-die spirit of the secret services.
However, they were unable to escape from the building itself, their communication
was also being interfered with, and like this they were hiding themselves in one of the
room. Although, their opponent was a few dozen terrorists that were fully armed. In
this situation where they were unable to expect reinforcement, it was clear that it was
only a matter of time until their fate ran its due course.
The president――Artold Schwarnenegger, could feel the sound of the god of death
creeping up gradually from behind him.
[...The existence of the person who leaked out the information need to be dealt with
but, it looks like, our lives will run out first before that huh.]
[Something like that...]
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[But, we ran out of bullets already right? You all have done well. George, Chris,
Bacchus, Keyes, Neil, Hank...you all have protected me well until now. It's an honor
for me that I can fight together with all of you at the end.]
[President...no, we are the one who is honored.]
The president smiled calmly while holding out one of his hand. The male secret
service who was called George, instead of handshake, he handed over his spare gun
toward that hand. It was because the gaze of Artold was demanding for that.
It was exactly as he said, he was planning to fight until the very end. He was a former
commando, even with his age that was nearing fifty year old but seeing his body that
was still clad in muscles that looked like armor, he wouldn't drag the others down.
Not to mention this was the man who was once called as the "End Bringer", a man who
had amassed numerous legends behind. It was impossible for him to just sit around
waiting to be killed.
Artold and George nodded at each other. But, right after that, [Gaah] a pained voice
was raised and Bacchus somersaulted from the other side of the door and returned
inside the room. Looking at him, his stomach and shoulder were fiercely bleeding.
Furthermore, [Shit-] along with such cursing Neil who was shouldering Keyes also
entered. It seemed that Keyes also had his stomach shot and his consciousness was
already hazy.
The front line holding back the armed group from the corridor outside to come inside
the room had crumbled. At the next moment, *kon-* with that light sound a black
object was thrown into the room.
[President-, get down-]
[tsk]
George threw his body in order to cover for the president. Chris covered over the two
of them further to turn his body into shield.
At the next instant, explosive light and sound trampled inside the room. All the people
inside the room were feeling a sensation of weightlessness, perhaps from having their
body getting blown away, at the same time their breathing got blocked due to the
impact from below toward their body.
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[Gehoh, gehoh?]
[Guu, aa? We are alive?]
[-, what? How?]
Even though there should be a grenade that exploded from really close range, but they
were surviving normally with only feeling dull impact and explosive sound. That
situation caused Artold and others to make dubious face while looking up. And then,
their eyes opened wide in astonishment for sure this time.
[The, the room is different?]
Yes, exactly like those words implied, what the eyes of Artold and others were
witnessing wasn't the scene of a room that was trampled by explosion, far from that
the scenery of the room was completely different from the room they were in just
before.
Suddenly, a clear voice called at them who were being dumbfounded.
[I'm glad, Looks like I made it in time.]
[-, yo, you are...]
The surprised Artold turned around, and there he witnessed a further unrealistic
sight.
At the window, with a beautiful black hair in a ponytail that was swaying due to the
wind from outside, and a black katana that was held in one hand, there was a dignified
female of orient――it went without saying, that this was Yaegashi Shizuku. (However,
this was the recognition obstruction glasses equipped version)
[I have you all fell to the lower floor by directly cutting the ceiling. It was a rough
method, but because this is an emergency please forgive me okay?]
[Ye, yeah. Eh? No, cutting the ceiling?]
[O, oi oi, this is a lie right?]
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Artold's mind was in chaos, while George was lost for words when he looked up. Up
there, certainly there was a ceiling that was cut off in triangle shape. When he then
turned his gaze under their feet in fluster, there was the fallen floor there, and when
he further ran his gaze at the surrounding, there were also Neil and others at a bit of
distance who had also fallen into this lower floor with them.
[Just who in the world――]
[I'm sorry, but there is no time to explain. Go to the corner of the room right now.]
The president was overpowered with that strong tone that didn't tolerate any
question. But, at the same time the hunch that it would be bad to stay where he stood
pushed his back, and he dragged off Neil and others to the corner of the room along
with George. The swiftness of that decision was just as expected from the person who
stood at the top of a country and his bodyguard.
Right after that, multiple masked men peeked down from the hole at the ceiling. And
then, they saw Shizuku who was grinning and they gazed with puzzlement for a
moment, but they immediately aimed their gun at her. But, before the triggers of those
guns were pulled,
[――Sword Draw – "Flash Cut"] (TN: Battou – "Zendan")
The drawing hand couldn't be seen. The blade also couldn't be seen. There was just a
small whisper at the same time where Shizuku's left hand that was clutching the
sword hilt turned hazy. However, the result was an obvious phenomenon――it was
displayed by the collapse of the ceiling.
Along with a thunderous roar, the terrorists who stepped into the room upstairs fell
down along with the ceiling. There was no way they could land properly, the terrorists
tumbled down unsightly. At the next moment, *chin-* a clear sound entered their ears,
and like that their consciousness fell into the darkness.
[President. I heavily acknowledge about how you must be brimming with questions
and how suspicious I looked, but if you want to survive then please believe in me. I
will protect you.]
[...]
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The situation was too absurd. Was this reality? The beautiful woman who appeared
before his eyes, was she actually the personification of devil, and she would demand
an enormous compensation in exchange for her help? Such questions were running
around in his mind. But, he had no option. If he was only looking at the fact that was
currently happening, putting aside the impossible phenomenon, they were certainly
being helped.
Then,
[Got it. I'll follow what you are saying.]
[How decisive. Then, give the people over there this――]
Shizuku's words cut off at the middle. She could hear a lot of footsteps from the
corridor coming here.
[President, please give this medicine to them.]
Shizuku took out magical recovery medicine from her "Treasure Warehouse" and
threw them to Artold. Artold opened his mouth about to say something, but before he
could do that, the door was knocked down and bullets assaulted inside the room.
Like that, what he could hear next was *gin gin gin gin-* such a hard sound. The jaw
of Artold and the others dropped down comically. It was understandable. After all,
countless beautiful curves were drawn on the air, at the same time remnants of bullets
were getting scattered at the surrounding.
Consecutive god speed sword draw. From a glance, they could only see Shizuku
standing still holding a sheathed katana, but when they looked carefully Shizuku's
right hand was blurring. That was exactly the proof that even right at this time, the
small pebbles that were attacking with speed surpassing sound were being slashed
apart altogether.
There were no way the terrorists could comprehend the abnormal situation occurring
inside the room, even so, the terrorists who sensed that their target was still going
strong inside the room kicked open the door and tried to charge inside.
But, within an instant, Shizuku drawn out her katana with a large motion. She didn't
immediately sheathed back the katana just like before, the blade of the black katana
that was being swung could be properly seen.
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After that, what could be heard from outside the door was thudding sound of
collapsing bodies.
――Yeagashi-style Katana Art – Black Katana Kata Secret Technique "Zenith
Severing – Soul Demolition" (TN: Shizetsu – Hakuhou)
Ignoring all the obstruction in the path of the blade, this technique cut only the target
that was aimed, regardless whether it was the flesh or the consciousness. Against the
current sword art of Shizuku, the option of blocking couldn't be taken. People who
couldn't evade would have everything of theirs that were aimed by Shizuku to be cut
apart by that one attack without harming anything else.
Shizuku quietly closed her eyes and searched for any presence. The presences that
she captured, were seven in the same floor.
[――"Zenith Severing – Soul Demolition"]
The sound of drawn sword that was like the ring of a bell rang once more. At every
direction, invisible sword flash penetrated every obstruction and severed the
consciousness of the lurking terrorists. Surely they felt it, the sensation of cold blade
caressing their inside, just before their consciousness was severed. And then, they
surely hallucinated it, the scene of their body bisected into two.
[President. All the attackers of this floor has been suppressed. They won't wake up for
a few days, so when you have time sends someone to apprehend them. Wait, just what
are you doing! If you don't make them drink the medicine quickly, they will be dead
for real you know! Now, don't just getting dazed like that and move, move!]
[Ah, yes.]
It was an unbecoming response for a president. Artord made Keyes and others drank
the recovery medicine with a mechanical movement and expression that was still
dumbfounded. After the medicine was taken, the bleeding of Keyes and others
stopped, and their complexion was clearly becoming better. Witnessing that, Artold
couldn't do anything anymore other than laughing dryly.
[Well then, let's go. I will guide you all until the first floor like this. Right now there are
terrorisms being carried out toward this country everywhere, so please quickly
return to White House.]
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[Ah, yes. Thank you, very much.]
The man who was once called as the "End Bringer", a former commando, and the one
who stood at the top of this country, seemed to have become a mere yes-man.
After that, the terrorists who had half-occupied the skyscraper and were moving to
murder the president were annihilated by Shizuku using slash that penetrated the
wall, or by a charge after cutting apart the wall and hitting them with the back of her
blade, or by flying kick or slap, or by slap after making them lost their spirits seeing
their bullets got cut apart. Then Shizuku succeeded in escorting Artold and others
safely to the White House.
It went without saying, that due to Artold and George and all others the surviving
secret services, the black haired samurai girl became a hot topic not only at White
House but also all over the world through mass media.
At the same time while Shizuku was slashing apart through the terrorists attacking
the president, at a certain airport.
That airport became the target of terrorist similar like several other airports and got
destroyed, currently the site had been transformed into a picture of hell in
pandemonium. Here and there fire was bursting, crying and yelling voices were
reverberating, and the rescue squad was trying to rescue the people who were buried
alive under the rubbles in desperation.
At that place, there was nothing but despair. There was not even a single factor that
could be a salvation, inside the destroyed airport there was a spreading hellish scene
that could only be expressed using the word tragedy. Everyone understood that.
[Aa, damn it...]
A young man from the rescue squad was desperately performing first aid at the
heavily wounded infant before his eyes while cursing with a face that could break into
tears anytime. The bleeding was not stopping. Torn apart arm, deep wound on
stomach...he couldn't stop the bleeding no matter how much he was treating the
injuries. And then, the blood that was flowing out was exactly the life of that young
child, the child's face was already colored by the shadow of death.
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The child couldn't be saved. Such feeling beat down the young man from inside his
body. Inside this maelstrom of tragedy that was like the personification of hell, this
young man was completely powerless. Just why the hell he joined the rescue squad?
Even such thought was passing through the back of his mind.
[I don't care who, someone, please help. Please, just help this child.]
While talking to himself like that, only his hand was continuing to keep moving
following his training. However, reality was ridiculing the result of the young man's
effort. Right now, in front of the eye of the young man, the light of a small life was
vanishing.
His hand stopped, the young man hung down his head crestfallen. His head
understood that this wasn't the time for this. Right now, there were still a lot of people
waiting for help other than this scattered life. Even so, he couldn't put strength into
his four limbs.
The young man looked up to the sky, with expression and tone that could be thought
as hatred, as courtesy, as escapism, or as prayer,
[...God...I beg you. If this voice can reach you then, please save this child...]
He whispered.
At that moment,
Pure white light poured down from the sky. It was powerful like a flash, however, it
was soft and gentle like a moonlight. Such light, all of a sudden, without any advance
notice, was pouring down, enveloping the whole airport.
And then, right after everyone looked up to the sky wondering what was happening,
[Wha-, th, the airport, is vanishing!]
[Ju, just what is, that!?]
[What!? Just what is happening!?]
People unanimously yelled. The pointed their finger, with a shocked state and while
getting half-panicked they turned their gaze, and there, indeed, just like those words
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were saying, an abnormal situation was occurring where the destroyed airport was
vanishing into dust from the top as though it was going through an accelerated
weathering.
The great mass of the rubbles that were touched by the pure white light were
vanishing without effecting the surrounding people at all.
[O, oi, that-!]
[A person? No, but, he is floati...wait, wings?]
Someone noticed the silhouette that was descending slowly from the sky. But, they
hesitated whether it was really okay to call that silhouette as a person. Even though
there was no parachute that could be seen, even though descending down slowly from
the sky itself was already an extremely strange phenomenon, that silhouette was even
witnessed of having pure white wings.
The people was in stupor from the disappearing mountain of rubbles and the winged
silhouette descending from the sky, it was at that time
[――The wind of blessing to the children far and wide, the light of salvation driving
away the calamity――"Mighty Breeze of Turning World"] (TN: Kaiten no Ibuki)
Such prayer was echoing with a voice that sounded like a ringing bell. Right after that,
every single person was wrapped in pure white light. Without any reason, emotion of
relieve and joy was welling up in the heart of the people. Without any reason, they
understood. That currently, they were being aided by a large existence.
[Aa, good lord...]
The young man was trickling tears while his gaze turned toward the child that was
already gone.
There was a miracle there.
The arm that should have been lost was returning to its former shape as though going
through a rewind, while the injury on the stomach was healing in the blink of eye. The
expression that showed the color of the shadow of death was changing into gentle
color with good complexion.
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Right now, from the site where the rubbles had been completely erased, the buried
people who were lying down on the ground were showing their figure, and as
expected they were being healed into perfectly good health from being enveloped in
pure white light.
The airport site was flooded with light of miracle. The people were following the hard
to describe great impulse that they couldn't hold down and shed their tears.
Before long, all the wounded people were healed, by that time the space around the
silhouette in the sky undulated and like that the figure was quietly vanishing along
with the space.
[Angel...]
[Oh god, my greatest gratitude to you.]
The people who were left behind was shedding tears that weren't stopping while
offering their feeling of gratitude with words or with the whisper inside their heart,
toward the angel that caused the miracle and the god who sent her.
...Actually, that god, was the man that was called as the godslaying maou and so on,
while the angel was the mistress of such maou...such thing, no one would even guess
it even in their dream.
After that, the angel that was Kaori flew around to all the site that became terrorist
target and healed absolutely all the victims.
Through the internet, a certain recording was being broadcasted to all over the world
in real time. The place that was reflected in the recording was a large room that was
painted pure white, with small children whose head were covered with cloth made to
kneel. There were about forty children.
Surrounding the children, were masked terrorists holding rifle, they were staring at
the scared children with cold eyes.
With those children and armed group as the background, a terrorist was standing in
front of the camera while unfolding a speech with smooth tone. The content of the
speech was bullshit that didn't worth listening. Something like the vested interests of
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the large country, or the god that they believed in, or the liberation of their
compatriots that were being held in injustice, or the simultaneous terrorisms that
were carried out as the punishment of not recognizing their grievance, or the
withdrawal of the stationed army, the contents were things like that.
And then, the people watching the recording began to harbor suspicion[This is, not a
trick?] while the government officials were gritting their teeth watching the children
of their country was going to be publicly executed. In front of all of them, the terrorist
speaker commanded his subordinate to drag one of the children in front of the
camera.
[The judgment ceremony that will be carried out after this, everything, is the proof of
the sin of you all. Carve it into your heart, you foolish people.]
The terrorist put a large knife on the neck of the kneeling child. If that knife was pulled
back, then a tragedy that even the word tragic would be insufficient for it would
spread in front of the camera.
The common public reflexively covered their eyes, while the government officials
yelled[Stop-] even knowing that it was meaningless. Perhaps guessing those
reactions, the terrorist's cloudy eyes shined darkly with unbearable joy, and he put
strength into the knife his hand was gripping,
[Now, judgment's ti――]
[Time to stop, desuuu――!!]
The man was sent flying. The beautiful woman with faint blue hair that leaped into
the room from the pulverized wall along with a thunderous sound made the man ate
a jumping kneepad on the back of his head. The man was spinning in midair.
*dokusha* With such graphic sound, the terrorist crashed on the wall at the opposite
side. Blood was flowing like river from his eyes and nose and ears and mouth while
his body was convulsing *twitch, twitch*.
The common public, and also the government officials had the same feeling. That was,
[What the hell happened!?] .
[Hey hey, you criminals. This lovely rabbit ear onee-san, will give you all a beating all
over. Have you all resigned yourself desuu!?]
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At that moment, rabbit ears appeared from the head of beautiful woman with faint
bluish-white hair, at the same time, a huge war hammer materialized from empty air
that caused a sudden gust when it was swung.
The gust toppled the camera down and the recording became sideways with blurred
image but...
[GIIYAAAAAH]
[BUBERAH]
[GOBOSUH]
[KUPEH]
Such sounds that sounded like scream along with crash sounds resounded, and then,
a masked man flopped down in front of the camera with the white of his eyes exposed,
and the people who was watching that recording guessed. That the beauty with rabbit
ears growing on her head just now, was beating up the terrorists using that huge
hammer.
Before long, when all sounds were dying down, the white eyed terrorist that was lying
down in front of the camera got blown away with terrific force, and in place of that
terrorist a white slender beautiful leg was projected.
[Ee~, I think that you all are likely to hear this, the people of the government? Anyway,
all the criminals in this base has been all beaten up for the time being, so please
quickly safeguard the children. Very very please okaayy~]
With such words as the last, the recording cut off.
The people who were watching the recording were all dumbfounded while they
sputtered out[What the hell?]
A few minutes after that, at another place, a different terrorist with similar
background of children hostages were about to recite out his principle and
position[We are~] , but[CHEEESTOOO――!!] as expected a rabbit ears beauty leaped
and curbstomped that place.
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Such scene repeated for three more times in succession after that but...the
government officials who narrowed down the places where the recordings were
taking place were all greatly cocking their head in puzzlement. After all, each of the
terrorist bases were all separated with great distance of more than a hundred
kilometer, thinking from how the recordings were all taken in real time, it was
unimaginable that the same person could run around to all those places in such time
limit.
[Just who in the world, that woman is...]
That was the honest feeling of all the people watching the terrorists' recordings.