The roar of the kaiju reverberated across Kawasaki's Eastern Ward, glass shattering from the shockwave as sirens screamed overhead. Smoke and fire rolled skyward, painting the night in shades of crimson.
Akira's grip tightened on the Defense Force longsword he had snatched, its polished surface glowing with unnatural brilliance. The readouts blared from the comm lines, disbelief spreading like wildfire.
"Liberation power… ninety-nine percent?! That's not possible!"
In the Third Division's command center, operators scrambled to verify the data. Koharu Komugi adjusted her glasses, her fingers flying across the console.
"This reading is consistent across three monitoring channels. No malfunction. Whoever is wielding that sword… is outputting ninety-nine percent."
Vice-Captain Soshiro Hoshina leaned against the railing, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, well. Looks like we've found ourselves a real monster."
Mina Ashiro, her gaze fixed on the holographic projection, didn't smile. Her tiger stirred beside her, pacing as though agitated by something unseen.
"He's not in a suit. Not even synced with our systems," Mina said, her voice level but edged with unease. "To pull out ninety-nine percent on raw output…" Her eyes narrowed. "No ordinary human can do that."
Hoshina chuckled, resting his chin on his knuckles. "Then maybe he isn't ordinary."
On the battlefield, the kaiju shrieked as its front leg buckled under Akira's strike, the sword carving through tendon and bone. The beast stumbled forward, gouging trenches into the asphalt, buildings collapsing under its massive weight.
The Defense Force squads kept up suppressive fire, tracer rounds cutting streaks through the smoke. Chikako Nakanoshima barked orders through her comms:
"Keep the perimeter tight! Civilians are still evacuating! Don't let that thing slip past us!"
Her squad responded with disciplined volleys, but their eyes kept flicking toward the lone figure pressing the attack at close quarters. A civilian—yet not a civilian.
Reno hissed between clenched teeth, watching Akira dart across the monster's flank. "What the hell is he doing out there? He's going to get himself killed."
Kafka stood beside him, fists balled tight, sweat slicking his brow. His instincts screamed—Akira wasn't just reckless. Something deeper was at play, something Kafka couldn't quite put into words.
Kikoru Shinomiya wiped the blood from her lip, forcing herself upright. She had been caught in the monster's earlier shockwave, slammed through rubble hard enough to leave fractures in her suit's armor plates. Yet her eyes never left Akira.
"He's fighting like…" she muttered, breath ragged. "Like he's done this a hundred times before."
Her pride ached to intervene, but her body lagged behind her will. For the first time, Kikoru wondered if sheer effort alone could ever measure up to whatever Akira was.
The kaiju reared back, its horn sparking with pale violet light. Space warped around it, the air bending in unnatural folds.
[Ravan: Warning. Spatial shift charge detected. Evacuation radius recommended: one hundred meters minimum.]
Akira's eyes snapped to the distortion rippling across the beast's frame. His pulse spiked, but his smirk didn't fade. "So, you're finally showing me what you can really do, huh?"
[Ravan: Host vitals elevated. Adrenaline peak. Recommend controlled aggression.]
"Yeah, yeah," Akira muttered under his breath. His focus sharpened.
The horn pulsed—then the kaiju blinked. One moment it was ahead of him, the next it flickered behind a Defense Force barricade, slamming through vehicles like paper toys. Soldiers screamed as shockwaves toppled the barricades.
"Dammit!" Nakanoshima cursed. "It's bypassing our perimeter!"
"Reform lines! Protect the civilians!" another squad leader barked.
Akira sprinted after it, sword dragging sparks from the asphalt. Every breath burned, every muscle screamed from the serum's aftereffects, but he pressed on.
Kikoru grit her teeth, calling after him. "You idiot, you can't chase it alone!"
But Akira didn't slow.
Back in command, Komugi turned toward Mina. "Captain, the kaiju is attempting an escape maneuver. Civilian clusters are still within a two-block radius."
Mina snapped her rifle case shut, lifting it with practiced ease. "Then we move. Third Division—mobilize!"
Hoshina's grin widened, his twin blades already strapped across his back. "Finally."
All across Kawasaki, alarms blared as armored transports roared down the streets. The Third Division's insignia gleamed beneath the searchlights. Soldiers disembarked with practiced precision, locking down intersections, herding civilians into underground shelters.
The storm was converging.
On the ground, Reno's nerves frayed as he watched Akira vault onto a toppled streetlight and launch himself toward the kaiju's flank.
"Kafka, tell me you see this! He's not fighting like a rookie. He's fighting like—"
Kafka's jaw was set, his tone low and troubled. "Like someone who's been preparing for this all his life."
"Exactly," Reno muttered. His hand shook before clenching into a fist. "And that scares me."
Akira heard none of it. His world narrowed to the glowing horn, the distortion waves rippling outward like the surface of a disturbed pond.
He leapt. The longsword flared, its glow reaching blinding intensity as it neared the beast's hide.
[Ravan: Critical opportunity. Trajectory optimal. Probability of successful incapacitation: eighty-seven percent.]
Akira brought the blade down with a roar, cleaving across the kaiju's rear leg. Flesh and bone parted under the force, ichor spraying across the ruined street.
The kaiju shrieked, buckling onto both forelimbs now crippled. The earth quaked under its collapse, shockwaves tearing through shattered buildings.
Dust billowed. Flames flickered. For a moment, silence pressed heavy over the battlefield.
Akira stood amid the rubble, chest heaving, sword dripping with steaming ichor. His lips curved in a grim smile.
"It's not dead yet," he muttered.
[Ravan: Confirmation. Core integrity Below 10%. Threat level Decreased. ]
Above, drones relayed every second of footage back to command. Mina's gaze sharpened, her expression unreadable.
"Akira Kurogiri," she said softly. "Just what are you?"
The kaiju's roar shattered the silence, its horn flaring once more. Its body convulsed, energy distorting the air like shattered glass.
And the battle was far from over.
To be continued…
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