The Kawasaki Industrial Ward was in chaos. Sirens wailed, drowning beneath the roar of a kaiju that loomed above fractured warehouses and shattered power lines. Its massive frame dwarfed the factory rooftops, an equine silhouette etched against firelit smoke.
Steel twisted like paper as the creature lashed its horn through a storage silo, scattering molten sparks into the night sky. Its body resembled a warped horse, but patches of jagged scales ran down its flanks, and each hooffall warped space itself—blink-steps carrying it in erratic bursts of momentum. The shockwave of its appearance had already flattened an entire block.
Akira, Kafka, and Reno crouched at the edge of a ruined alley, the stench of burning oil thick in their lungs.
"Level 5 kaiju, huh…" Kafka muttered, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. His voice trembled, but his hands were clenched white around the strap of his satchel. "This one's… nothing like the corpses we've bagged before."
Reno's sharp eyes stayed locked on the beast. "That thing's teleporting. Just vanishes, then reappears. One mistake and—"
Akira silenced him with a raised hand, gaze cold and calculating. His heartbeat was steady.
[Ravan: Target identified. Codename—Spatial Unicorn. Threat Classification: Category V. Ability profile—short-range spatial displacement, horn-based energy resonance. Hazard rating: elevated. Recommendation: sustained engagement not advised without Defense Force-grade armaments.]
Akira's lips twitched faintly. "…Figures."
[Ravan: Observation—Unit Shinomiya already engaged. Status—reckless.]
Akira's eyes snapped toward the kaiju's left flank, where a streak of golden hair darted between collapsing girders. Kikoru Shinomiya's battle suit gleamed as she vaulted high, great-axe cleaving down in a brilliant arc. Her strike slammed into the monster's shoulder, carving sparks and shallow cracks into its armor.
"Kikoru?!" Kafka yelped. "What the hell is she doing here?!"
"She didn't even wait for orders…" Reno muttered, brows furrowed.
Akira's voice stayed level. "We don't have time to argue about her motives. Focus on the kaiju first. Explanations later."
The kaiju shrieked, its horn glowing with a violent pulse. Space distorted, and in an instant it blinked several meters away, Kikoru's follow-up slash striking only empty air. She cursed under her breath, boots skidding on concrete.
[Ravan: Weak point—base of horn. Structural analysis: 60% probability core anchored within cranial cavity. Host's current equipment: insufficient for critical penetration.]
"…So, break the horn or nothing," Akira whispered.
Kafka glanced at him sharply. "Oi, oi—how do you know that? You can't just—"
A tremor silenced him. The kaiju lowered its head, releasing a shockwave from its horn that rippled through the street. Glass imploded. Streetlamps toppled. Kikoru braced herself with her weapon, but the blast flung her back through a wall.
"Shinomiya!" Kafka shouted.
Dust choked the air, muffling distant cries as Defense Force troopers scrambled to herd civilians out of the evacuation zone. The squad's rifles crackled, sending bursts of freezing rounds at the kaiju's legs, but its blink-step carried it behind them. Two soldiers were sent flying, their suits barely cushioning the impact as they crashed into a truck.
Kafka grit his teeth. "…We can't just sit here."
"No," Reno cut in sharply, eyes narrowing. "Look at it. That's no cleanup job. One wrong move and we're dead before we blink."
"But Kikoru—" Kafka snapped back, desperation seeping into his voice.
Akira exhaled slowly. His gaze was fixed not on the kaiju, but on Kikoru dragging herself upright in the rubble, her axe still clutched tight.
"She's stubborn," he said quietly. "She won't stop until she either wins or breaks. If we rush in blind, we're just liabilities."
Reno turned to him, frowning. "So what then? Sit on our hands and watch her die?"
[Ravan: Host's allies experiencing acute stress response. Recommendation—issue reassurance. Secondary recommendation—develop immediate plan of engagement. Kaiju horn emitting unstable resonance. Shockwave buildup: escalating.]
Akira clicked his tongue. "Not helping."
[Ravan: Correction—providing optimal support.]
Akira rose slowly, brushing dust from his uniform. "We'll move. But smart." His eyes glinted with the same calm confidence that had unsettled Reno before. "Kafka, Reno—you two handle civilians. Clear the street, drag anyone unconscious out of range. Leave Shinomiya and the kaiju to me for now."
"What?!" Kafka nearly shouted. "Are you insane? You'll be killed!"
Reno's suspicion sharpened into something darker. "…Unless you've got some hidden power you haven't told us about."
Akira didn't flinch. "Later. I'll explain later. For now, trust me."
Kafka stared, torn between fear and the weight of Akira's conviction. Reno's jaw clenched, but in the end, both nodded grimly.
"Fine," Reno muttered. "But if you die, I'll kill you."
Kafka groaned. "That doesn't even—ugh, fine. Don't make me regret this, Akira!"
They sprinted toward the fallen Defense Force soldiers, leaving Akira alone in the alley.
The kaiju roared again, horn charging with unstable light.
[Ravan: Warning. Energy resonance peaking. Imminent area shockwave. Recommend immediate evasive maneuver.]
"Yeah, yeah," Akira muttered, muscles coiling. "I hear you."
From the command center, Vice-Captain Hoshina leaned forward, teeth flashing in a predator's grin as the live feed zoomed on Akira's silhouette.
"Well, well," he drawled. "Looks like our janitor's finally moving."
Mina Ashiro's gaze stayed fixed on the screen, her expression unreadable. "Keep the drones steady. Don't miss a single detail."
Back in the ruins, Kikoru staggered to her feet, glaring at Akira as he emerged from the dust.
"You—what are you doing here?!" she demanded, voice hoarse.
Akira's answer was simple, almost casual. "Making sure you don't die."
Her eyes widened a fraction.
[Ravan: Host's heart rate increasing. Probability of confrontation—100%. Kaiju targeting coordinates locked. Impact in three… two…]
The Spatial Unicorn lowered its horn, the air around it screaming as space itself fractured into concentric rings of force.
Akira stepped forward, fists tightening. His pulse thrummed not with fear, but anticipation.
"…Guess this is it."
The monster's shockwave detonated, ripping through the ward like a tidal wave.
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