Savages

Back to the Gods

Two months passed, the snow season had rolled. A bright morning, the sun was ready to welcome their action against and end the game of gods.

“Good morning all. Let's get in action!” Misaki shocks her friends.

Misaki appears from behind the door all of a sudden, while getting ready, complete with clothes and weapons.

“Aki, your spirit is indeed amazing, but can you take a shower first, and and beautiful, change clothes. We've all been waiting for you to wake up two hours ago,” said Mitsuha.

“Eh? Hehehe, ready. Five minutes!”

Misaki rushed over, getting ready for battle with the gods.

“Anu, Misaki says it's only five minutes, ‘right? But it's been over an hour!” yuuji. He threw himself on the sofa and ruffled his already tidy hair.

A few minutes passed, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, Misaki's hasty steps. He ran by justifying the buttons of his shirt.

“Friends, sorry to keep you waiting a long time,”.

Halfway down the stairs, his wet foot slipped. He's darting fast, rolling. While the others were silent sculpting, they were already used to seeing Misaki slip, late, careless, forgetful, and there were still many strange traits of Misaki.

No one helped him. Yuuji approached Misaki who was still lying at the end of the stairs.

“Hey, mamih's son. Hurry up, the sun is already high,” Yuuji said.

“You have the heart, chief,” reply Misaki.

“Hurry up, or we cancel this mission again?” Yuuji turned his head and smirked.

Yuuji's words suddenly make Misaki wake up. The pain in his knee was no longer felt. All he thought about was ending the god's game.

“This trip will be our last. Let's stop the condition of the world that has gone out of its way!” misaki.

“Shortly. Misaki, aren't you only 20 days old?” ask Hiroshi.

Misaki smiled.

“Observation!”

Misaki shows her latest status, seeing Misaki's age even more than the rest of her friends. Fifty years.

“Ba-how did you get to age so much? Isn't the rest of your life yesterday only 20 days?” hiroshi asked in surprise.

“Sakura flowers behind that hill that make me get a lot of age. There were many human souls locked up, and I freed them and ate them. That's why I fell limp yesterday,” explained Misaki.

“Didn't when you were about to die, the rest of his life was 20 days? You showed it to me yourself,” said Hiroshi.

“The effect is not working. But more importantly, let's start our adventure!”

Misaki closed her eyes, she gathered and focused her strength in both hands. After a few minutes, Misaki started to open her eyes, red eyes with a black aura sticking out.

“Skill! Devil shield!” the great power again enveloped the eight of them.

The skill is on, the earth starts to shake, the power goes out. Lightning strikes at each other in response to Misaki's greater power.

The bridge between the two worlds was formed. Slowly their bodies lifted leaving the aging earth, and shot out at lightning speed. Their bodies melted with the air inside that portal.

“Still a long time, yes?” ask Natsumi.

“In a moment, be patient!” answer Misaki.

Even though they were melted, fused with the air, their voices could still be heard.

A few minutes passed, until they set foot in another world, the world where the gods lived. They were caught when they arrived. The first thing they saw was the cherry blossoms. The same shape as the one behind the hill where Misaki took the whole soul locked.

“This, isn't that place yesterday?” ask Yukine to Misaki.

“Not. It is a world of gods, a world of illusions or duplication. For sure, this is not the earth. Look carefully, feel the difference. There is no wind we can feel, no noise of insects. The situation is different, only the shape is the same,” explained Misaki.

A strange gust of aura began to feel, Misaki could sense the existence of a god.

“You're right, little girl. This world is just a world of illusions!” a black figure emerged from behind the sakura tree, the god.

Misaki chuckled seeing the figure she was looking for appear in front of her.

“How about my game? Did you win, or game over?” ask the god.

Misaki growled. He remembered his destiny, becoming an invincible player and tasked with killing all the other players.

“Stop this game! Why did you create a game that could threaten your existence? Shouldn't that god be invisible?”

The god pointed his hand upwards, a super sword emerged from his palm.