The shockwave tore through Kawasaki's Industrial Ward like a typhoon made of sound. Concrete split, steel screamed, and glass exploded into a rain of glittering shards.
Akira's world spun as the pressure hurled him backward into a collapsed scaffold. He hit hard, coughing as dust rained down. His ears rang, but his mind was clear.
[Ravan: Vital signs—stable. Minor contusions, temporary auditory impairment. Functionality unaffected.]
Akira exhaled sharply. "…Good to know."
A few meters away, Kikoru Shinomiya staggered out of a smoking crater, clutching her axe with trembling hands. Her battle suit's plates were cracked, sparks spitting from its joints. Blood trickled down her temple, but her golden eyes still burned.
"Damn it… I won't—lose—to some freak like this…" she hissed, planting her weapon in the ground to steady herself.
The kaiju bellowed, its horn pulsing with warped light. It blink-stepped again, reappearing behind a Defense Force squad that had barely reloaded. With a swipe of its hoof, the nearest trooper was launched into a wall, their suit's alarms shrieking.
Kafka and Reno arrived just in time to drag the fallen soldier clear.
"Akira!" Kafka shouted over the chaos, panic on his face. "We need to pull back—it's too much for recruits!"
Reno's eyes cut toward Kikoru, then back at Akira. "And why the hell is Shinomiya even here? This isn't her assignment!"
Akira stood, dusting himself off. His expression was calm, even as the kaiju's roar shook the ground beneath their feet.
"Questions later," he said, voice steady. "If we hesitate, people die."
[Ravan: Target's horn resonance increasing. Probability of second shockwave—72%. Casualty forecast—severe if unmitigated.]
"…So we break the horn," Akira muttered.
Kikoru heard him, snapping her head around. "Don't order me around, janitor! This is my fight—"
Her words cut off as she staggered, her leg buckling. For a heartbeat, her pride faltered.
Akira moved before she could hit the ground, slipping under her arm to steady her. She tensed, glaring at him in disbelief.
"You—"
"I told you," Akira said quietly, eyes locked on the kaiju. "I won't let you die here."
Her breath caught. For an instant, something uncertain flickered across her face—then the kaiju's horn flared again, and the moment was gone.
The beast reared, charging another shockwave. Defense Force rifles barked, but their freezing rounds only staggered it.
Akira's gaze fell on a fallen soldier's weapon—a sleek, white-and-gray longsword humming faintly with dormant energy. He knelt, fingers brushing its hilt.
The system stirred.
[Ravan: Compatible weapon detected. Model—Prototype DF Armament: Bunetsu. Current liberation power—12%.]
[Ravan: Host synchronization possible. Warning—liberation surge risk. Proceed?]
Akira's pulse quickened. "…Do it."
The moment his hand closed around the hilt, light erupted. Energy surged like fire through his veins, the sword resonating with an almost living hum. His muscles screamed as if something vast and alien had forced its way inside his body.
[Ravan: Synchronization complete. Liberation power—escalating.]
[Ravan: 42%… 67%… 89%… 99%.]
[Ravan: Critical threshold achieved. Weapon performance—maximum output unlocked.]
The blade ignited in brilliant white, its glow cutting through the smoke-filled night.
Across the battlefield, Defense Force comms lit up with frantic voices.
"Liberation reading is spiking!"
"Wait—who the hell is holding Bunetsu?!"
"That's not Officer Murashita!"
Inside the command center, an operator nearly fell from her chair. "Vice-Captain! Liberation Power has hit 99%! That's impossible—Murashita barely hits 30% on his best day!"
Hoshina leaned forward, sharp grin splitting his face as he spotted Akira's figure on the live feed. "Heh. So the janitor's been hiding claws."
Behind him, Mina's gaze sharpened, her arms folded. She said nothing, but her silence was heavy with calculation.
Back in the ruins, Kikoru stared wide-eyed at the glowing blade. "…Impossible. Liberation that high without a Defense Force suit…? Who are you?"
Akira didn't answer. His grip tightened, the light dancing across his determined eyes.
The kaiju locked onto him, sensing the sudden spike in threat. Its horn shrieked with unstable energy, readying another shockwave.
[Ravan: Warning. Resonance buildup—critical. Estimated discharge in five seconds.]
Akira stepped forward, sword blazing in his hand. His body trembled from the surge, but his voice was steady.
"Then let's see…" He raised the weapon, its hum synchronizing with his heartbeat. "…what I can really do."
The kaiju roared. The sword's glow intensified.
And the battlefield held its breath.
This story is inspired from various fanfics i have read from around the world so if you find any similarities please dont mind . Thank you
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