Savages

The True God

Misaki retreated a few steps, while Yuuji, Yukine, Hitori, and Natsumi came forward protecting her. Misaki watched their back, the back that protected her was full of sincerity.

“Hei, Aki. Are our skills the same? Can I protect you now?” ask Hiroshi.

“Skil we are the same, but not with strength, Hiro. I've been through a lot of pain that can make me stronger. Because with the pain I've been through, I was able to endure some pain for a while,” explained Misaki.

Hiroshi looked gloomy hearing Misaki's words. Misaki looked at Hiroshi nanar, approached and hugged him.

“For me, you are the greatest man. Your determination will make you stronger. Believe me, and help me defeat him,” Misaki said as she turned her eyes to the god who was ready to attack.

The god gave off a mighty power. The thunderous lightning deafened his ears.

“Skill defense! Demon shield! Transparent skill! Flyboot skill!”

Misaki used many skills at once. He darted in front, sending the god who was still standing still not knowing Misaki attack. The power that the god received was large enough to be able to move his body.

“You're strong too, little girl. But look at your status before attacking! You need XP and stamina recovery points!” ketus the god.

Misaki stopped her attack, “Observation!”

She's stunned. His eyes were wide, “Since when were there XP and EMPs like this? It is more similar to online games!” Misaki was down, her body was limp. He gathered strength all over his body, yet his soul refused.

“Why? Why can't my powers be controlled?” ask Misaki.

“That's because now your body has become a player. If you reject the destiny I gave you, then you are just an ordinary human being ready to be eliminated! I don't need a dissident player like you!”

The god pointed his hand filled with lightning at Misaki and was ready to rip his body to ashes.

“Be prepared!”

Five more inches of divine lightning struck Misaki, but Hiroshi managed to hit her with a demonic shield.

“Aki, accept your destiny for now! Be player. After we defeat him, we will all be free, not a player of this silly game, accept, Aki!” yell Hiroshi.

Misaki stood up, tears coming out.

“You were great, Hiro. You can always lift someone's heart. And that is the greatest power of man. Alright. From now on, I am ready to become a player!”

Immediately Misaki's power returns. Hiroshi smiled wryly at the decision he made. Misaki's body was filled with player energy.

“Good! Now you're the main player in my game! Are you going to beat me, or the other players first?” ask the god while showing some of his bodyguards.

Misaki pointed at the god, “I will defeat you! Not me, but all of us!” misaki said smouldering.

Without waiting for long, Misaki advanced in the back row, followed by the Warped team, and at the back was Yato, Hiroshi, and Mitsuha.

“Prepare! Skill complete!” Misaki activates several skills simultaneously and attacks the god, along with her friends.

The god has so much power. With the combined strength of the eight children, he was only dragged a few inches from where he had originally stood.

“Cih, apparently this god is strong too,” ketus Yato.

“Stop whining rich kid alay. Notice,” firmly Hiroshi.

“A-What? Alay's son? Brazen you!”

“Already, stop fighting. We are in a time of war, nih,” Mitsuha mediates their quarrel.

While Misaki was still standing at the very brink, gathering some of the remaining power. The palm of his right hand began to gather a pitch-black lump, like a pitch-black bowling ball.

His power flowed on the ball, and threw it right into the face of the god. He was shocked and dragged several meters away. The power Misaki exuded was getting stronger. He glanced at his friends and smiled.

“Have the guts once you, turn your back on the enemy during a fight is the most ridiculous thing.”

Misaki glanced, the god is ready to attack. Again, his attacks were thwarted by his friends.

“God, you know? My strength is nothing, but as long as there are them, I will be fine. There's nothing to worry about, because they're my friends! Unlike you who only have players! And I, as a player .. hate you!”

Misaki turned around and exerted her strength once more, and this time it was stronger. He pointed it at the face of the god once more. The god bounced far away, a cracking sound was heard.

“What sound is it? Is that crazy god bone cracked?” ask Natsumi.

“Cannot be!” answer Hitori.

Misaki jumped up high and reached where the god was drooping unconscious.

“A-what? Human?” Misaki was shocked. His voice made the others curious.

Hiroshi follows Misaki. His footsteps sounded hurried.

“Misaki, what's up? Haaa? W-w-why does that god have a face like a human? So all this time that black-black mask?” ask Hiroshi.

“Hiro, your question is like an alay spectator. Of course I don't know,” Misaki replied.

Hiroshi threw his face back at Misaki. Today was so unlucky for him, the two brothers considered him alay, and it hurt him.

“But whatever this creature is, it has to be killed so that we are all free from this curse,” Hiroshi said.

Hiroahi took the sword in the hand of the god and prepared to finish it right in his heart. Seeing the true face of the god, Misaki could not bear to see him killed. If he's human, then Misaki's duty is to help him, because he's one of the real god players.

“Do not, Hiro!” exclaim Misaki.

“What do you mean? Victory is before our eyes.”

“If he's human, wouldn't it be better if we knew his reason for doing all this?” misaki looked at Hiroshi nanar.

Hiroshi sighed and threw his sword away. He turned around and waved his hand.

“As of you, Aki. I leave the gods to you,” said Hiroshi away.

Misaki looked at Hiroshi who was moving away, then looked at the face of the false god intently. The look on the face of the god signifies someone who has experienced a quite deep slump.

“Is he human? Very small body,” said Misaki.

Slowly his hand stroked the head of that god, completely human-like. Her hair looks like Sasuke in one of Misaki's favorite anime.

The fingers of the god's hand slowly moved weakly, his eyes opened narrowing his gaze.

“Ka-you are aware?” ask Misaki.

The god was shocked to find his body in Misaki's lap.

“Exploitation! How dare you hold me god, your creator!” firmly the god.

Misaki smiled happily. The rebuke of the god is no longer a scary thing, because now his innocent face is no longer hiding behind a hideous mask. He's just a normal human being, little boy.