One after another, the others fell. Silently watching as each person stabbed themselves, Ryuta gathered his thoughts. He sees now that Yachiyo was telling the truth. He would be a fool to think otherwise, having seen these strange 'shinmen' appear from nothing. He looked toward Taue, Himeko, Miyume, Haruka, and Shizuru. Seeing them in agonizing pain only helped to bolster his resolve. He addressed Yachiyo and the other adults around her. "I see. Arguing with you further would be a waste of time for us all."
He then activated the blade, a pale blue light shimmering in the warped room. He felt the heat from the blade, the handle vibrating softly in his hand. It was different from a bamboo sword by a mile. It felt heavier, whether from the sword itself or from the weight of the burden that came with it. He wondered if there would be a time that he would get used to such a thing. After finishing his examination of the blade, he turned back to the group before him.
"I accept your terms. I shall carry the burden that you have forced upon us." Although spoken evenly and well mannered, his eyes revealed his displeasure with this. He held back his rage, knowing there was no place for it now. He knew what he needed to do. He would see for himself the reason behind all of this. And he will see if it was reason enough to go this far.
He pointed the blade at his chest and took a deep breath. A sudden jerk and the blade pierced through his body, the air knocked out of him. It was like a fire in his chest, spreading wildly to the rest of his body like an uncontrollable inferno. With the last bit of strength he had left, he forced the sword out of himself and fell to his knees. He clutched onto the hilt for a moment before it fell to the ground beside him.
Although the blade was next to him, he could not tell the difference. The fire inside him only grew stronger, threatening to consume him. Gritting his teeth in agony, he felt like his head was going to explode. A surge of pain washed over his mind, burning deep into his thoughts. A single name popped into his mind from the blaze, forcing it's way out of his mouth. "Raguel."
A large, bronze angel appeared above Ryuta, spreading it's metallic wings above him. It held an open book in it's right hand and a scale in it's left. A flowing robe wrapped around his body, an exposed abdomen revealing metal gears ticking away like clockwork. It glanced toward the people standing before it with a calm expression as the scales shifted from side to side. Ryuta looked up at the angelic figure above him in astonishment. He chuckled softly and thought it a fitting judge for their actions.
It disappeared in an instant along with the last of Ryuta's strength. The fire within him lessened to a degree, replaced quickly by exhaustion. Ryuta then fell to the floor, unconscious.
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He then activated the blade, a pale blue light shimmering in the warped room. He felt the heat from the blade, the handle vibrating softly in his hand. It was different from a bamboo sword by a mile. It felt heavier, whether from the sword itself or from the weight of the burden that came with it. He wondered if there would be a time that he would get used to such a thing. After finishing his examination of the blade, he turned back to the group before him.
"I accept your terms. I shall carry the burden that you have forced upon us." Although spoken evenly and well mannered, his eyes revealed his displeasure with this. He held back his rage, knowing there was no place for it now. He knew what he needed to do. He would see for himself the reason behind all of this. And he will see if it was reason enough to go this far.
He pointed the blade at his chest and took a deep breath. A sudden jerk and the blade pierced through his body, the air knocked out of him. It was like a fire in his chest, spreading wildly to the rest of his body like an uncontrollable inferno. With the last bit of strength he had left, he forced the sword out of himself and fell to his knees. He clutched onto the hilt for a moment before it fell to the ground beside him.
Although the blade was next to him, he could not tell the difference. The fire inside him only grew stronger, threatening to consume him. Gritting his teeth in agony, he felt like his head was going to explode. A surge of pain washed over his mind, burning deep into his thoughts. A single name popped into his mind from the blaze, forcing it's way out of his mouth. "Raguel."
A large, bronze angel appeared above Ryuta, spreading it's metallic wings above him. It held an open book in it's right hand and a scale in it's left. A flowing robe wrapped around his body, an exposed abdomen revealing metal gears ticking away like clockwork. It glanced toward the people standing before it with a calm expression as the scales shifted from side to side. Ryuta looked up at the angelic figure above him in astonishment. He chuckled softly and thought it a fitting judge for their actions.
It disappeared in an instant along with the last of Ryuta's strength. The fire within him lessened to a degree, replaced quickly by exhaustion. Ryuta then fell to the floor, unconscious.