Savages

Black Figure #2

Misaki inserted fire and lightning into her tornado, giving rise to an ear-splitting rumbling sound. He grins. But Misaki's grin did not last long. He looked up, looked up, something was strange. His entire strength disappeared instantly.

“A-what? They ate my powers?”

“Hahaha, you arrogant bastard! You think you can beat me, shadow the fire eater?”

Misaki was not surprised. He had actually prepared some backup skills. Misaki again took out the seventh shadow skill with a combination of fire and lightning. He pointed the tornado towards the original figure.

“Skill flyboot!”

His body lifted, and flew in tandem with his tornado. Misaki directed the tornado, burning the black figure. Yet again failed. Misaki bounced back to fall, driven by the power of the black figure was strong.

“Sial! Not yet started attacking,” ketus Misaki.

He got up again, clutching his bare knee. His energy is drained. Misaki felt her strength slowly decreasing, her self-defense weakening.

“Observation!” Misaki could see the results of the observation in her hands, the result of the increase in her show power level.

Misaki is not struggling. He was surprised to find the rest of his life that was only one month away. His eyes were pushy, his mouth tightly closed with both hands, a sign of shock.

“Ti-impossible! So much energy and power did I unleash?”

Misaki turned her eyes to the black figure that was slowly enlarging and coming together. He felt the power of the figure getting bigger. The black shadow grew, while Misaki fell down with her slump.

“No! I can't fail, there are people waiting for me. I'll beat this motherfucker!”

His injured knee slowly recovered with his healing skill. Misaki stood up, and used her remaining strength.

“I can only use two skills. If more, I could die. Devil shield!” misaki's body was shrouded in thick clear walls filled with magic energy. “Skill iceboot!”

The ice floes all over his right hand. The various shapes he used to slash at the black figure that was still bent over him. Again he bounced. Not a single inch he had broken through that shadow.

“What should I do? I don't have any more power,” he said desperately. “No!!” a pitch-black shadow like that bullet poked out from that flat face and pointed towards Misaki who was still knocked down.

Misaki shakes her head, avoiding the immense force that could have killed her in an instant, even though a demonic shield surrounds her. Not finished. The bullets are still being produced and ready to chase Misaki. He could only run, no power could be used, let alone skill.

One of the bullets hit him, forcing his way through his shield. In it, Misaki could only cry. As powerful as it is, she is still a little girl, not a fighter.

“Stop! Don't kill me, I haven't had time to apologize to my mom, my friends, and all of them who care about my life!”

Misaki's eyes carelessly, the tear circles dropped, forming a line on the hue of her face. The memory of his mother, the Warped team who always helped him, and his friends in laughter overshadowed Misaki's every breath. The ice particles in his hand slowly faded and disappeared, his strength vanished.

“Ti-no! Don't disappear just yet! Iceboot!”

In vain, the more Misaki called back her strength, the more energy in her body drained, the more painful it became. While the black figure was still aggressively attacking. Misaki can't avoid it anymore. To stand up even his body was too limp. He could only exert his final strength, thickening the defense of the demon shield.

“Friends, I'm sorry. I can't save you guys. Take good care of yourself, yes. Don't forget me,” tears are flowing from her eye valve that's still closing.

Misaki's demon shield broke out. He slammed onto the white world floor. His bones were broken, blood was flowing from Misaki's mouth. His gaze began to blur, he stared at the faint black figure. He unleashed a great power. Although not clearly visible, but the vibration is very felt.

“Goodbye, friends.”

A great power was pointing right towards Misaki. The smoke billowing out mixed with the fire that spread into the air.

“You okay, Misaki?”

The sound from behind the smoke managed to return Misaki. Slowly he opened his eyes. Vaguer. That figure looked like Hiroshi.

“Am I already in heaven? Hiroshi, prince. Beautiful paradise,” Misaki smiled knot

“Wesome girl, this is not heaven.”

Misaki. He's really alive. Misaki tried to get up, but her body was too fragile.

“Already, you rest first. You have done too much for us. Let that crazy creature be your friends' business,” said Hiroshi.

Misaki's head feels heavy. He looked at Hiroshi's back which slowly moved away and faced the black figure. A smile brushed from his lips. He watched as the black figure slowly collapsed, while Misaki's eyes slowly clenched.

“Misaki? Misaki's? You hear my voice?” ask Yato.

The light from behind the hospital window shook Misaki's eyes. Slowly he saw friends around him. Tears are breaking again.

“Aki, you why?” ask Mitsuha.

Silence, within a few seconds there was only the sound of sobs crying Misaki. His mouth began to open along with the movement of his hand wiping away the tears.

“I'm fine. Thanks, because you're alive.”

Mitsuha hugged Misaki, followed by the others surrounding them. There is not one word spoken.

The door sounds open. A middle-aged female figure poked out from the doorway, her mother.

“Mama!” Misaki sits in a hospital bed welcoming her mother.

“Take this book,” says his mother while proffering his black book, “and meet the gods!” continuing.

Her eyes were different, cold. He leaves Misaki's room, leaving a million questions. In fact, the sound of the door slamming was clearly heard.

“Dia ... not my mama,” said Misaki. “I have to meet the gods and stop this stupid game!”