"Haaah, its only been a week, and I am already all soar." Taiga said as he was doing bicep curls.
"Fair enough. That bowl cut always has to make things difficult for us, no matter where he is." I said while doing leg press. It was as if I was burning fat from a body that was already perfect as it was.
I have been able to do it easier but the issue of the posture and experience still persists. So, this is a good thing.
Our daily session is divided into 4 cour:
— Physical Enhancement
— Extremely Balanced Diet
— A Three Hour Study Session
— Pseudo Enhancement
We got a big space now, like we are in some kind of rich facility unlike the last one. We all also live in a dorm structure.
Yes.
We have been allowed to have access to each other in need or something else.
"Don't mind, cock-chi, stay hydrated and you will be alright." Aisaka said with a smirk as he stood in front of his face while he was doing the bench press.
"I told you to stop calling me that, and move that thing away from me." Taiga's voice expressed annoyance and fear as Aisaka brought his crotch closer to Taiga's face.
"H-H-Heeyyyy!!! Don't, you rascal…don'ttt!!!!"
So yea, this is how it goes. Others are also doing well except for Amamiya. No one's talking to him and I still don't know what he's thinking. He is simply completing the tasks without showing any sign of stress.
Good to be a psychopath.
After the gym session, we had few other physical tests, on a daily basis, so we got over with them real quick. Now is the best part, a large banquet like area, to have whatever we want…
was what I thought.
Quite contrary to its size, we were provided with a extremely balanced food quantity based on the physical tests we were having every day individually.
It tasted good so I didn't mind but still…been a while since I last had Ramen. If this keeps going on, I will forget the taste of the outside very soon.
"Say Aaaaaaa" It was Rize. She was looking at Jin while feeding him the veggies with her hands.
"A-Aaa?" Jin ate that while sweating a bit. He was uncomfortable from the looks of it, but I was finding it quite funny.
So and so, and we move on to the next phase, that is our study session. Here we are provided with a huge library, each of the books regarding the apocalypse, survival and we had a separate section with a list of monsters and their specialities. The section was not that big since there was not much data but it still was something.
"Three ways to survive the apocalypse by tls1-" Aisaka said as he took out a random book from the section.
"Hmm? Wait, that's the wrong novel dumbass." Taiga said as he shoved the book back into the shelf.
We were about to get copyrighted, phew.
After a long and tedious study session, it comes to an individual self training session, all of this is totally under surveillance since they are analyzing us to the core to modify our everyday training regime.
In the shadow training phase, we can select any opponent from the provided choices and can select the difficulty along with the fight styles. It can be a combination of multiple or a master of one, any kind. That's where most of our time and energy goes.
After that, we are back to our dorms. After that starts out fun time, hopping into each other's rooms and fucking around here and there.
And so the end days. Now—
Okay okay okay, you suck as a narrator, bleh. I will take it from here.
Hmm?
Me?
Hahaha!!
It's not time yet, so…
That's
a
secret ;D
So these guys have started with their two months preparation. But what is it for? By the time they get prepared in these two months, let me take you back through the clock as we talk some things about what's happening outside these four walls.
~The day it all started~
The news wasn't good.
Somewhere in a darkened war room, far from the eyes of the public, Japan's Prime Minister, Arata Hoshino, sat at the head of an oak conference table, staring at a large screen. Satellite images and blurred videos flickered before him—scenes of carnage from around the globe. Massive beasts ripping through buildings like paper. Flames consuming cities. Soldiers firing in desperation, their bullets bouncing off those devilish creatures.
General Asakura cleared his throat, his voice breaking the tense silence. "These incidents have now reached Beijing, Seoul, India and parts of southern Russia, Prime Minister. At this rate, Japan isn't far behind."
Prime Minister Hoshino rubbed his temples, a dull throb building behind his eyes. "And no one knows what these things are?"
"We've seen nothing like them before," the General replied, grimly. "But the reports… they're inconsistent. Some survivors claim they're monsters. Others call them supernatural. We're still investigating."
"What about the public?"
"Still dismissing it as hoaxes, sir. Special effects."
The Prime Minister leaned back in his chair and let out a deep breath. "Issue a warning. Low-key. We can't panic the nation yet."
The General nodded. "Understood."
The General greeted Arata and left the room.
"It all went how you foresaw it…Eida!" He said as a group of people entered the room.
One of them was Eida Kisaragi while the others were still half silhouettes, I mean yeah…silhouettes my ass, am just making it sound all mysterious lol.
"Thanks to you, we were ahead with our preparations, though I still don't know what the future holds for us." He said as he tapped the table while looking at the flickering screen with the clips of the monsters.
*
In a quiet street in Yokohama, far from the chaos hinted at on global broadcasts, Yuki Saionji danced around the kitchen with a spatula in her hand and a smile on her face. The morning sun shone through the window, golden rays reflecting off the coffee pot. A faint sizzle came from the stove as the smell of delicious bacon filled the room.
From the living room, Hiro Saionji sat at the dining table, half-dressed for work, squinting at his phone as he scrolled through the news. "Monsters again. Some idiot probably made another fake clip."
"Monsters?" Yuki laughed, flipping the bacon. "What are you reading now?"
Hiro smirked without looking up. "Some video on Twitter. Look, some kid in Russia uploaded this." He turned his phone toward her briefly. The grainy screen showed a silhouette of something huge lumbering across a street. "Special effects these days, I swear."
Yuki barely glanced at it before going back to the stove. "Mm-hmm. And you wonder why you get nightmares. You're worse than Ryouma with that scary stuff."
"Nightmares? Me?" Hiro snorted. "I'm just staying informed."
"Informed my butt. You're just trying to procrastinate getting ready for work."
"Hey, the boss can wait." Hiro grinned and leaned back, sipping his coffee. "Besides, it's nice sitting here with you."
Yuki shook her head with mock exasperation. "Flattery won't fix the leaky tap."
"God, the tap again? I'll fix it this weekend."
"You said that last weekend." Yuki pointed the spatula at him, pretending to look stern. "One more leak and we'll have a swimming pool in the kitchen."
"I like swimming."
Yuki tossed a dish towel at him, making him laugh.
Their son, Ryouma, appeared at the kitchen door shortly after, dressed in his school uniform and adjusting his backpack.
"Morning," he mumbled, still rubbing his eyes.
"You're late again." Yuki thrust a bento box into his hands. "Here. Don't lose this one."
"I won't," Ryouma said flatly.
"You said that last time," Hiro piped up, grinning. "Didn't your teacher catch you trying to eat from the vending machine?"
Ryouma groaned. "Dad, can we not?"
"Fine, fine." Hiro chuckled and ruffled his son's hair, ignoring his complaints. "Don't get into any fights today, genius."
"I don't get into fights!"
"Sure you don't." Hiro winked.
Yuki chimed in. "Be careful, okay? And call me if you need anything."
"Yeah, yeah," Ryouma muttered, heading for the door. But just before leaving, he turned back and gave them a small wave. "See you later."
Yuki watched him go, smiling softly. "He's growing up so fast."
Hiro shrugged. "Still eats like a kid, though."
"Like father, like son."
They laughed again.
*
The day passed in a blur. Yuki spent most of her afternoon catching up on errands, while Hiro returned home after work, tossing his coat lazily over the back of the couch. By evening, the two of them were struck up on opposite ends of the sofa, the TV humming softly.
"Are you watching that drama again?" Hiro groaned, pretending to gag. "Isn't this the one where the guy cries for three hours straight?"
Yuki threw a pillow at him. "Shut up. It's romantic."
"Romantic? He's been dumped like five times in two episodes."
"It's called character development," Yuki shot back. "Something you wouldn't understand."
Hiro smirked. "I'll stick to action movies."
Their banter came to a halt as Hiro grabbed his phone again and the atmosphere shifted.
"Hey, look at this," he said, holding up his screen. "Another monster video. It's trending."
Yuki glanced up from her drama, frowning. "Ugh. Why do people keep making these?"
"It's kinda impressive, though. The creature looks real."
Yuki groaned. "Don't show me that creepy stuff. I'll have nightmares."
"Suit yourself." Hiro shrugged but hit play anyway. The video began with shaky footage of a massive, shadowy figure rampaging through a dimly lit street.
"That's gotta be CGI," Hiro muttered, leaning closer. "They even have a guy fighting it. Like a superhero."
Yuki rolled her eyes. "People have too much time on their hands."
For a moment, they watched the video in silence.
Yuki froze. "Wait. Pause it."
Hiro frowned, rewinding the clip. The screen showed a guy in the video—this time his face was clearer. Blood stained his uniform. His movements were frantic, desperate.
It was unmistakably Ryouma.
"Hiro," Yuki's voice wavered. "Is that…?"
Hiro didn't reply. He watched, speechless, as the monster lunged forward. The screen shook violently. In the next moment, the creature's claws tore through the boy's torso with brutal force.
Yuki gasped. "H-H-Hiro, that's Ryouma!"
"No, it can't be," Hiro said, his voice hollow. But the video continued, and the figure fell limp in a pool of red. The camera jostled as screaming erupted from the background.
Yuki grabbed Hiro's arm, her face pale. "Call him. Call him right now."
Hiro's hands were shaking as he pulled out his phone and dialed Ryouma's number. It rang once, twice, and then went to voicemail.
"Hiro." Yuki's voice broke. "What's happening? That was him. I know it was him."
"We don't know that," Hiro said, his own voice unsteady. "It could be… It could be a prank."
"A prank? Hiro, did that look fake to you?" Her eyes filled with tears, her breathing uneven. "Our son. That was our son."
Hiro couldn't look at her. His gaze remained locked on the screen, where the video had started to loop again. Ryouma's terrified face. The blood. The monster. It all played over and over.
Yuki buried her face in her hands, sobbing quietly.
*
The TV screen switched to live footage of Tokyo: fires raging, people running, buildings collapsing.
—We interrupt this program with breaking news. The government has declared a state of emergency following reports of unidentified creatures across multiple cities. Citizens are urged to remain indoors and avoid all contact with these entities. Further updates will follow—
The monsters were real. The apocalypse had begun.
Yuki and Hiro sat frozen on the couch. The peaceful life they had shared the quiet mornings, the playful arguments, the laughter was gone.
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Today my forest is dark, the trees art heavy with sorrow, and all the butterflies hath broken wings. If the heavens be so unjust, am I still allowed to fly?
~ The Angels Lie written by ???