The tremor of rotor blades cut through the heavy silence, Yokohama's skyline bathed in the crimson flash of emergency sirens. From the open side of a Defense Force helicopter, Mina Ashiro's eyes locked onto the shifting mass ahead—a towering beast that dwarfed the buildings it crushed beneath its stride. The report had called it a sixty-meter class, Beast-Level 3.5. Large, lumbering, but no less deadly for its sheer size.
Her squad, the finest Yokohama had to offer, waited on her signal. Their bodies were tense but disciplined, combat suits gleaming under floodlights. Even here, in the belly of the storm, Mina was a figure of composure, her presence binding the team more firmly than any protocol.
"All civilians are being moved into shelters," a voice came through her comm. "Evacuation rate is ninety-seven percent. Estimated completion in five minutes."
Mina gave a single nod. "Good. The longer that thing stomps through the ward, the more ground we'll lose. We end this before the night is out."
Her gaze lingered a beat longer on the beast's lumbering shape. It wasn't clever. Not like the new variants that stalked in shadows. But Yokohama's safety wasn't negotiable.
"Captain," one of her officers murmured, "what about the four candidates? They haven't even passed official selection yet—"
"They're provisional," Mina cut in. "If they want a place here, they'll earn it in fire."
The words carried back to Akira Kurogiri, seated across from Kafka Hibino, Reno Ichikawa, and Kikoru Shinomiya. The thrum of the helicopter rattled through their bones. None of them spoke for a moment, until Kafka raised a shaky laugh.
"Guess we really are test-driving our uniforms, huh?"
Reno's jaw tightened, the tremor of nerves masked beneath his defiance. "A real soldier doesn't need permission to fight."
Kikoru smirked faintly. "Try not to embarrass yourself, Ichikawa."
[Ravan: Incoming field operation. Provisional squad status = unstable. User survival chance: 43%. Recommendation: prioritize cohesion.]
Akira leaned back against the cold frame of the helicopter, eyes narrowing as the kaiju came into view. Its hide shimmered with a pallid sheen, ridged like cracked stone, but its movements were clumsy, almost sluggish. Still, the destruction trailing in its wake was undeniable—collapsed towers, ruptured streets, fire blooming in alleyways.
"Sixty meters of walking disaster," Akira muttered. His smirk held, but his pulse thrummed faster than he liked.
The helicopter lurched lower. Mina didn't wait for ceremony. She leapt into the night, her sniper cannon gleaming like a silver lance. The squad followed, each descent a practiced display of control. The trainees watched her vanish into battle.
For one suspended moment, Reno exhaled sharply. "She's really… unreal."
Then the ramp dropped.
"Move!" Mina's voice snapped through the comms. "Trainees or not, you're on the field. Prove you deserve to be here."
The four bolted into the chaos of Yamashita Town.
—
The kaiju was slower than expected, but its tail swept with enough force to smash a building apart in one swing. Mina's first shot lanced through its leg, staggering the monster, but not toppling it.
Akira darted forward with Kafka and Reno at his flanks, Kikoru ahead with her axe. The quake of the beast's roar rattled his ribs, and for an instant, the sheer scale of what they faced pressed down like a mountain.
[Ravan: User adrenal spike detected. Combat reflexes elevated. Threat trajectory: tail strike approaching from rear-left.]
"Move!" Akira barked. Without thinking, he grabbed Kafka's arm and yanked him clear as a massive slab of debris crashed where he'd been standing.
Kafka blinked wide-eyed, then gave a sheepish grin. "Guess I owe you one again."
"Stack 'em up," Akira replied.
Kikoru lunged at the beast's ankle joint, her blade cleaving in a clean arc. Sparks and blood sprayed as she carved through the tendon, forcing the kaiju's leg to buckle.
"Now!" she shouted.
Reno raised his rifle, rounds exploding against the exposed joint. The kaiju shrieked, stumbling sideways, but its massive hand came down like a falling wall.
"Scatter!"
The ground ruptured under the force, dust swallowing the street. Akira leapt through, eyes burning with focus. His blade hissed as it carved across the beast's hand, shallow but sharp enough to peel a line of steaming flesh.
[Ravan: Integration opportunity detected. User restraint engaged. Current concealment intact.]
Not now, Akira thought grimly. Not with eyes everywhere.
Above, Mina's voice rang through. "Good. Keep it destabilized. Shinomiya, hold the flank. Ichikawa, cover fire. Hibino—stay alive."
Kafka winced. "Why's that always my order?"
Still, he sprinted, hauling rubble aside to pull a trapped civilian from the wreckage.
"Because you're good at it," Reno shot back, firing precise bursts to cover him.
Akira caught the brief flicker of respect in Reno's eyes. Thin, fragile, but there.
[Ravan: Subject Reno Ichikawa hostility → decreasing. Rivalry trajectory forming.]
The kaiju reeled under coordinated fire, but even wounded, its mass threatened to flatten everything around it. Mina, high above on a shattered rooftop, steadied her cannon.
"Release rate: ninety-six percent."
The shot roared like thunder. A lance of energy tore through the kaiju's skull, shattering its core in one clean blast. The beast's eyes dimmed, body slumping with a ground-shaking collapse.
Silence followed. Dust swirled over shattered streets.
Kafka panted, hands on his knees. "That's… that's it, right? We survived?"
"Barely," Reno muttered, but the faint curl of his mouth betrayed his words.
Kikoru adjusted her grip on her axe, scowling at Akira. "Don't think I didn't see you holding back. You could've cut deeper."
Akira smirked, brushing dust from his shoulders. "And ruin Mina's big finish? Not my style."
Her glare lingered, but she didn't press.
[Ravan: Mission complete. Provisional trial success noted. User remains under surveillance.]
The relief was short-lived.
A sharp crack split the night—concrete groaning, rubble shifting. From the ruins behind them, a low, guttural roar rose again. Kafka froze, turning just in time to see a smaller beast clawing its way free from the carcass of the fallen kaiju. Its maw gaped wide, hunger burning in its glowing eyes.
"Reno, behind you!"
The warning tore from Akira's throat as the monster lunged, jaws opening to swallow Reno whole.
The trial wasn't over.
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