On the tenth of May, a new incident will commence that will shock millions. The incident of Sacrificial Catastrophe will occur right in the heart of Japan, Kyoto. It concluded with the highest death toll after the first time Reikon appeared.
Japan sent five Reikon Responders to neutralize the Stampede-level Reikon. However, they failed. With no casualty on their side, 2 of them quit. Japan later announced they were entering a state of martial order.
Humanity got reality-checked by the Reikon; they are ruling.
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9th of May, a day before the incident of Sacrificial Catastrophe begins...
Squad 3 members had grouped themself in the Field to train themselves. Miyamoto sat at the side since this training was dedicated to Ryoka and Aiko.
"Gravity authority," Aiko said and got a hold of Ryoka from afar.
Ryoka, who had been standing comfortably on the floor, suddenly felt immense pressure. The gravity seemed to shift, making him feel as if he were being pushed upward, defying logic.
Fortunately, the Field ceiling was constructed quite high, giving him enough time to perform an air roll and land on his feet. He'd kept a deck of cards in his blazer's pocket for times like this.
He used his authority, of which he didn't have a clue about; to fly it out and made him a platform. But then, once again- the gravity shifts. This time it's going left.
"Come on Ryoka, try to get a hit on me and the training will be over," challenges Aiko.
"And it'll be over before you know it!" exclaimed Ryoka as he dashed toward the wall to get closer to Aiko.
Miyamoto smirked, "Oh, and you'll take back what you just said, bud!"
Ryoka looked puzzled. "Huh—"
Suddenly, gravity shifted again and again. It pushed him up, then to the right, down, up, left, and so on. Pressure continued to bear down on him, sending him spinning through the air.
"Please stop!" shouted Ryoka weakly.
Aiko finally stopped the gravity shifts, and Ryoka fell hard to the ground. He slowly stood back on his feet and ran to a corner close to him. He puked at the corner for a minute. He sat on the floor and tried to grasp some breath that almost became so thin that he couldn't breathe.
Before long, he rose and walked back to the middle. "I want a rematch, let's do this again," he proposed the challenge this time.
Aiko stretched his hand, "Sure, give it your all. I won't hold back anymore," she grinned. "Gravity authority," she starts controlling Ryoka.
As before, she executed her best trick by making him spin across the vast expanse of the field. Ryoka had retracted his cards back into his pocket and gripped the katana at his hip.
While spinning like an orb, he unsheathed his katana and tried to gain momentum. Once everything aligned, he unleashed his air-slash ability. A light blue crescent formed and traveled through the air directly toward Aiko.
The moment Aiko saw the attack, she played another trump card. She reversed the gravity along the path of the slash, causing it to break apart. However, at the same time, this change in gravity created a momentary distortion.
Aiko collapsed and her nose started to bleed. It was as if she were shaken by her wavering gravity. Miyamoto ran to seek medical treatment for her and shouted, "You've won. Dismissed!"
Ryoka landed safely, using his authority with cards. Wait, is it? He wondered.
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May 10th, 9:43 AM; last moments before the incident started...
"Yesterday's training is one of a hell. I'll never ask her to train me again," lamented Ryoka.
He was taking a short stroll around Kyoto City when he began to notice the curious glances of passersby. Whispers filled the air: "Is that the new Reikon Responder?"
For a moment, he felt special, but that feeling quickly turned into discomfort. He turned away, trying to blend in as a normal civilian instead of part of Japan's elite.
However, luck and fate don't always favor us; sometimes, they take a turn to spice up someone else's day.
"Now, now. Is this the man who is our biggest threat? Unworthy," a voice screeched in his ears.
He turned to face the source of the voice and saw a crimson-colored Reikon. They were the same size, but nothing about him looked remotely human.
"Ryoka, be prepared to face a hellish dream," it shouted.
It happened so fast, that his left foot was blown by an invisible bullet the size of a small cannonball. Then, he fainted.
That marks the curtain to unfold a tragedy. The incident of Sacrificial Catastrophe shall begin now...