The sirens cut through Yokohama's night like knives. Evacuation lights flashed red across the city blocks, painting everything in urgent warning.
Akira Kurogiri pushed forward through the stream of civilians, his gaze locked on the horizon. Kawasaki's industrial ward was ablaze, the flames turning the skyline into a jagged silhouette of smoke and fire.
[Ravan: Epicenter distance—2.7 kilometers. Estimated size—Category 5. Shockwave radius still expanding.]
Akira's steps didn't falter. "Yeah… I can feel it in the ground."
"Akira!"
He turned to see Kafka Hibino and Reno Ichikawa forcing their way through the crowd, both still in their work uniforms.
Kafka grabbed his shoulder, voice heavy with urgency. "Oi! You heard the announcement! Level 5 kaiju—we're not supposed to even think about getting close!"
But Reno wasn't looking at the fire. His sharp eyes had caught the fleeting figure leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Golden hair catching the glow of flames.
"…That was Shinomiya," Reno muttered. "What's she doing here?"
Akira's expression stayed calm. "...She's not the type to sit back and wait. You know that."
Kafka blinked, realization dawning. "…Wait, she came all the way here alone?!"
"She's going to get herself killed," Reno said sharply. His eyes shifted back to Akira. "And you knew she'd do this, didn't you?"
Akira didn't flinch. "…We don't have time for this now. I'll explain later."
Kafka raised a hand between them before the air could spark. "Reno. Akira's right. The kaiju won't wait for us to finish arguing. If we're going, we go together."
There was a tense silence—then Reno exhaled sharply through his nose. "…Fine. But I'm not letting this slide."
"Deal," Akira said simply.
[Ravan: Observation—both allies' emotional states elevated. Suspicion high, but cohesion forming. Probability of tactical cooperation—acceptable.]
Akira smirked faintly. "Appreciate the evaluation, partner."
Kafka glanced sideways. "…You good, Akira? Talking to yourself again?"
Akira waved him off. "Focus. We've got work to do."
Meanwhile, Third Division Command
Inside the monitoring room, the feeds from Kawasaki flickered across multiple screens. Soshiro Hoshina leaned forward, sharp grin tugging at his lips as he watched the rookies cutting against the flow of evacuees.
"Well, would you look at that. The janitor, the stubborn kid, and the white-haired rookie—heading straight toward the fire."
"Disobeying orders before they've even joined," Mina Ashiro murmured, though her voice held no surprise. Her eyes stayed locked on Akira's profile, cold and assessing.
Hoshina tapped his sword hilt. "Captain, permission to let 'em cook a little? It's not every day we get to see what unpolished gems look like under pressure."
"Observation only," Mina replied. "If they engage directly, we intervene. Understood?"
"Crystal clear." Hoshina's grin widened. "Let's see how far they go."
Back on the Streets
The trio ducked into an alleyway, the evacuation sirens muffled by the high walls.
Kafka bent over, catching his breath. "…Okay, let's think this through. Even if we wanted to help… we don't have weapons, we don't have armor, we don't even have clearance!"
Reno's fists clenched. "That didn't stop Shinomiya, did it? She's already fighting. What, we're just supposed to sit back and let her hog all the glory?"
Kafka shot him a look. "…This isn't about glory, Reno. It's a Level 5. Even seasoned officers die in fights like this."
Akira remained silent for a long moment, then spoke quietly. "…She shouldn't have to fight alone. Not her, not anyone."
The words made Kafka blink—and Reno, for just a moment, saw something fierce in Akira's eyes that hadn't been there before.
[Ravan: Tactical note—civilian interference typically discouraged. But host's intervention probability: 97%. System preparing auxiliary combat support.]
Akira exhaled slowly. "Fine. Then we move carefully. Stay out of sight, find cover, and wait for an opening."
Kafka scratched the back of his head. "Man… we're really doing this, huh?"
"Yeah," Reno muttered, eyes sharp. "We are."
At the Frontline
Explosions echoed from the industrial ward. Kikoru Shinomiya darted between falling debris, her battle suit glowing faintly with each movement. She swung her axe-blade with precision, but the kaiju's hide was thick, its movements unnervingly fast.
Still, her defiance burned.
"I won't… be underestimated again!" she shouted, voice lost beneath the monster's roar.
From the rooftops, Akira and his teammates arrived just in time to see her thrown back into a crumbling wall.
Kafka's face paled. "Shinomiya!"
Reno gritted his teeth. "…Damn it."
Akira's fists clenched. His voice was low but steady. "Then it's our turn."
[Ravan: Warning. Combat engagement imminent. Host—standby for system guidance.]
Elsewhere, in Command
Hoshina whistled as the feed showed the three rookies approaching the battle site.
"Well, well… they really are diving in. Guess the storm starts now."
Mina's eyes narrowed, voice calm but grave. "Then let's see if they can survive it."
The fires of Kawasaki raged brighter, and the rookies stood on the cusp of their first true battle.
To be continued…
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