Savages

The end?

Yato's eyes reddened. The yakuza building is ready to be used as a fighting arena between Yato and Misaki. From behind the window of the truck, two pairs of eyeballs were staring at the building with a pushy gaze, they were Mitsuha and Hiroshi.

“Hiroshi, is that Misaki? He looks strong,” Mitsuha asked.

“From the way his movements fight, it is not wrong it is Misaki. But no matter how strong he was, his opponent was Yato, a half-human Megan, or it could be called a modified human. He won't be able to survive if he doesn't activate his skill continuously.”

“That means ...,”

“Misaki will drain all his age and exchange it for skills. We have to help him.”

Mitsuha looked a bit hesitant stepping up. Not because of the large number of government soldier guards, but he was afraid that Misaki would not recognize him anymore. Misaki looks so different in Mitsuha's eyes. Misaki who he knows is not as bad and cruel as this.

“Hiroshi, are you sure? A-can we help Misaki? I'm just afraid that our arrival will become his burden,” Mitsuha downcast worried.

Hiroshi looked at Mitsuha as if he understood what she was feeling.

“Trust me, Misaki is not such a person. To me, Misaki is a good woman. He who managed to fill the emptiness of my heart only with his funny language style. I don't mind if Misaki forgets me. But at least, I still remember it.”

Hiroshi's words succeeded in stirring Mitsuha's heart. Is correct. Misaki has filled the void of Mitsuha's heart, deep in the most beautiful throne as a friend who can never be replaced.

Mitsuha sighed deeply, “I'm ready!”

Truck doors locked, no way out. Despairingly? Crazy thing to do. They're trying to break the truck door lock.

“Ah, try using this,” Mitsuha said as she gave her hairpin.

“Nice ideas!”

Sweat begins to slide freely from the temple to the rest of the body. With great difficulty Hiroshi opened the truck, and finally the door opened. The light of the night lights poked out, flooding their bodies.

“Kok can?” Hiroshi wonder.

“Yosh, you're great, Hiroshi.”

It was not Hiroshi who opened the door. Even Mitsuha's hairpin has crooked and cannot be used.

“Good night, do you know Megan named Misaki?”

They were confused as to what to answer, there was a possibility of this trap. Mitsuha gave Hiroshi a code to say no.

“Yes! No!” Mitusha says he doesn't know, but Hiroshi knows him.

Mitsuha hesitated to answer. Stammering, he answered with a lie that could hardly be guessed.

“Hei, handsome warrior. You were asking if we know Misaki, ‘kan? Of course we don't recognize him. How could a college kid at a top university like us befriend a Megan who is as ruthless and ruthless as they are? Megan is disgusting!”

“You deserve to be an actor,” ledek Hiroshi.

For a moment the atmosphere became silent, without conversation. There was only the sound of crickets enjoying the stars rising from the sky.

“Oh, so. Shit Misaki. He could have lied to me with that pushy look, ” the young soldier grumbled.

“A-what did Misaki tell you? Reply,” Hiroshi held the soldier's shoulder and wiggled quickly.

The young soldier felt a suspicious aura\-awa.

“Why are you so interested? Don't you guys not recognize him?” the young soldier cornered the two of them with a deadly question.

Checkmate! The grinning warrior signified absolute victory was in his grasp.

“Se-actual ...,”

Unable to open the conversation, Mitsuha stomped on Hiroshi's feet. Be quiet! At least that's what he wanted to say.

“What a hell, trust me. Actually, Misaki broke into the truck where I was on guard, she asked both of you. But all the soldiers shot him, and in the end Misaki was the winner. It was just me he didn't kill. If you guys are really his friends, I'll help you guys!” the soldier staring at them showed his seriousness.

Meanwhile, Misaki is fighting with Yato. Misaki runs out of energy, as do Yuuji and Natsumi.

Misaki's heart pounded hard to find Yato right in front of her eyes. He can't avoid it. As strong as Misaki is, she still has fear.

“Could duplicate your strength. Now, rest first, my beauty, Misaki,” Yato grinned.

Yato stabbed Misaki in the heart. It does not hurt, but its power will be transferred to Yato's body like a copy paste. Now, Yato had all the elemental skills. Fireboot, iceboot, waterboot, woodboot and can rule the world.

Yato's hand was raised up and activated all of his skills.

“Skill fireboot! Iceboot skill! Waterboot skill! Woodboot skill!”

The only skill Misaki does not have is woodboot. Yato was stronger than Misaki, or rather, Yato had the power of a god. The skill light soared upwards, forming four interconnected dots.

“Currently, I will rule the world!”