Two days after the incidence, the school went on a holiday due to need for repairs.
I, Ceil and Sakayanagi had found out that the school had taken more damage than we expected. The hallways of the main buildings were in tatters, the roof had craters on it, the janitor's closet and some restrooms were broken and don't get me even started on Class Y.
We were the only ones hospitalized, since everyone else was out watching the soccer game. The police interrogated us and so did DedSect but we didn't give out any useful information. Sakayanagi had instructed us not to give out anything but she didn't need to. I wouldn't have said anything either. On the day I was to be discharged, I had hurriedly tried to contact Iguro wondering why he hadn't contacted me all through the time I was in the hospital.
He didn't pick up his phone and he wasn't at his house either, I called Yu as well but he didn't answer. Panicked, I asked Mari if she knew where they were but obviously, she didn't know. She then later revealed to me that they were missing but I deduced that they were indeed kidnapped and most likely by DarkMatter.
An Incident that would later be called the "HighEnd Abductions Case" and be recorded as the first ever large-scale crime in the history of Cybrmille.
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Three months had passed after Yu and Iguro's kidnapping.
On Benzley 50th of 3002, Amanai stood in front of a large door, clad in black. She took a deep breath.
I can do this.
She hadn't seen Iguro in exactly 28 days, it was like he had just vanished.
She recalled the last time she saw him.
Approximately, 6000 seconds before Iguro arrived.
Amanai had been pierced with a blade coated with dark energy. She coughed up blood as a result.
"Haha! Now you're gonna join that girl in the afterlife!", Charlatan said as he retracted it.
"Ugh!", I blurted out as blood pulled out of my mouth.
No! Blood! No!! My stomach! No!!! It hurts! Am I going to die?!
I turned my head to Ceil and Sakayanagi. Apparently, they had passed out due to the gravitational pressure being exerted on them. Their clothes were already beginning to tear along with their torso.
My vision began to fade; I was blacking out.
Ugh...I guess this is it...this is how I am going to die...? I have but one regret, that I couldn't see Iguro las-
Her thoughts were cut off by a sharp voice, "Amanai!!! Don't give up! Fight! You can do it! Fight! Don't let your life end here!!"
Sakayanagi had forced her way through the pain and used her voice to reach out to Amanai's aching soul; trying to ignite her will to live.
I turned to Sakayanagi as she dropped her head after giving me a soft smile. She had fainted once again but she had left something behind.
A will of fire.
Burn!
I turned to Charlatan who was staring at me in amazement. I let out a battle cry as my Ballistae reactivated causing the very air to rumble.
Charlatan began to grin as he watched me, "What are you going to do?!"
Burn!
"BURN!"
The air around me turned into an inferno of flames, blasting Charlatan backwards, forcing him to defend himself and release us in the process. We dropped to the ground but I didn't fall.
I still had to fight.
I raised my right hand, armed with Euro, and charged at Charlatan. The air around my fist ignited as I slammed them into him.
"Proxima Fist!"
Charlatan took the full brunt of the attack and clutched his core, "Ha...ha...it seems you weren't destined to die today...", he said as he grasped for air.
"But...you weren't destined to win either.", he said as he raised his right palm and pointed it at me but before I could react.
A great force hit me, knocking me off my feet and to a wall. My vision vanished but not after hearing the door creak open after a few more seconds.
That was the last thing, I could remember.
But that's not important!
I slapped my cheeks and reached for the door.
As I opened it, I stared at all the people who were inside.
"Huh?"
"Who's that bitch?"
"Hey lady, did you get lost?"
"Da fuck?!"
I closed the door behind me and activated my Ballista.
"Huh?!"
"Hey what do you think you're doing?"
I opened my mouth and spoke, "All of you, each are criminals who have been given the death penalty."
"Murder, Extortion, Swindling, Rape etc. All 50 of you are guilty of one horrible crime."
"What are you saying, little lady?", a man with several tattoos spoke.
"Am saying that I will be your executioner."
"Eh?!"
"Euros: Burn."
In an instant, a blazing inferno arose from her gauntlets. It moved, scorching everything it touched.
The screams of the criminals could be heard, Amanai was just about to increase the intensity until she sensed something.
From within the flames, someone swung a bladed whip. Its blades were so sharp and fast that it cut through all the obstacles in its path with dreading ease.
As it were about to hit Amanai, she dodged it. She halted the inferno and took a step back. The man with the whip approached her but Amanai remained unfazed.
"Hahaha! You bitch, you're crazy! I like you!", he swung his whip which cut through everything before him except Amanai. She raised her left hand and aimed at him.
"You're not worth my time. Euros: Trident!", she uttered as she glared at him with cold eyes.
A sharp pillar of ice was sent flying towards him. It cut through the air and his whip, before piercing his chest. Blood spilled from his mouth as he dropped to the floor.
Amanai turned to the rest, battle-ready.
10 criminals were scorched to death in Amanai's inferno.
1 criminal was stabbed by Amanai's ice trident.
The rest stared at her in fear. She wasn't just a pretty face.
The criminal Amanai had stabbed was named Johnny, he was a serial killer who killed 12 politicians and 20 civilians on Earth. He escaped to Cybrmille were he killed one person and immediately went into hiding but he was strong; it was stated that he killed his targets violently and openly where they could fight back. The 12 politicians he killed all had bodyguards yet he slaughtered them all.
He laid on the floor in a pool of blood.
Dead.
Amanai had killed him and the 10 others.
She was willing and able to kill, but yet as feeble as they were they couldn't see the difference in power and out of instinct, they charged.
Towards Death.