Heart of the Infiltrators
(Senran Kagura x Male Reader)
Chapter 66: Life's Pressing Paths
May 11 – "There's a fire that carries everyone in their step."
The morning that followed was simple and comical to the three who'd been making love all through the previous day. Among them, Yumi was the first to open her eyes and realize that her lips were still locked onto the young man's while her arms were locked around his torso with an iron grip as they laid on their sides together. She sleepily pulled away and yawned, still too tired to see anything more than blurs in front of her, before she began slide herself forward for another long smooch.
Then Yumi's lips made contact with a nose that wasn't at all familiar to her mouth and her vision cleared up enough to reveal that Miyabi had hooked her jaw over the young man's shoulder and it was her nose that was receiving a kiss. Immediately, Yumi pulled back and raised a flattened palm into the air in apology. Though she was slightly disturbed by the sudden wet spot on her nose, Miyabi bobbed her head before sighing and resuming her cuddling. After taking a glance at her form beneath the blanket, Yumi then realized that her entire body was spooning against the back of the young man and holding him warmly. It would also explain the additional pressure that the younger girl felt against her arms when holding the boy.
Both of the women, after a minute of silence and basking in the warmth beneath the blanket, then turned their heads to the center of their adoration and found a soft expression which they assumed meant he was sleeping peacefully. They cooed at him quietly without a sound, gently ran their fingers through his hair and along his face, and simply admired the fact that they were together with him. It was only when they realized that it was Monday and that the morning was beginning to progress that they decided it was time to wake up.
With extreme reluctance, the two women broke away and were about to say something to rouse up the young man before they faltered in the face of his peaceful expression. After silently gushing in their respective minds, the two looked and nodded at one another before Yumi found an alarm clock on a side table next to the bed and set it so that the boy would wake up in time for school. After receiving a nod of approval from Miyabi, the two then dressed into their clothes, departed with silent words of goodbye, and departed for their academies.
Not long after, the young man woke up thoroughly exhausted from the previous day and immediately began to consider the prospect of calling-in sick to school. As the warmth of Miyabi and Yumi lingered on him, keeping him warm and encouraged as he gathered his resolve for the day, he then looked around the room and realized that their mess from the previous night was still around. From the few wrappers around the bed, along with those out in the rest of the apartment, to the plates from their naked and touchy meal to the strange lone apron that the women made him wear as he prepared said meal, there was enough evidence that they'd gotten extensively freaky the night before.
The young man sat up and, if he were mechanical, an engine would have immediately sparked and died in his head before he flopped back onto the bed. His intent was to get up, make everything orderly, and get ready for school. But his motivation for the day was effectively killed by the sore muscles in his arms, fingers, and calves. Plus, to top it all off, the numb sensation at the front of his pelvis was not helping him in moving his aching legs.
It would take great and mighty effort to eventually get up and complete his objectives before leaving for the day.
"Roger that, ground. Bloodhound One-Three has made visual contact with three vans, each one loaded with personnel and a device. Not sure if they're IEDs but they're on their way to the relief site. Over."
"Keep us posted, Bloodhound."
Arriving in time for her morning lessons, Yumi greeted her sisters with a chipper expression on her face and commenced with her studies diligently. Even as Murakumo, Shiki, and Yozakura were gazing with wide-eyes at her, she opened the book that she made sure to grab from her room beforehand and began an in-depth study into the shinobi technique that she'd been adapting into her own move-set. For Minori, who was forced to spectate from the far side of everyone, it was extremely confusing as she tried to place the reason for the wary atmosphere.
It was only once they were all in the training room sometime later that Yozakura took the opportunity to meekly ask, "Did you have a good couple of nights?"
Yumi gleamingly responded without a hint of sarcasm or suspicion in her voice, "It was splendid, thank you." Unsure of how to press the conversation, the blue-haired girl blinked once before turning away and maintaining silence. Sensing the building of an awkward situation, Yumi dropped her smile and asked with a tilt of her head, "Is something wrong?"
Shiki popped in from the side and said, "No, nothing at all," before she broke into a stammer, "She's-, we're all just, you know, surprised right now."
Yumi blinked, "Surprised by what?"
Yozakura turned her head back and sheepishly said, "That you're interested in… you know."
Taking the opportunity to vent her frustration, Minori muttered off to the side, "I tried to get them to answer me earlier but they wouldn't tell me."
At the same time, Yumi pressed, "I won't know unless you tell me."
It was at that moment that Murakumo clarified in a quiet but straightforward voice from behind her mask, "We're surprised you're interested getting it on."
Just as Yumi slowly motioned her head up to nod, Shiki then added, "Getting freaky."
Yozakura followed immediately after, "Giving it."
As their sister was raising her hands up to ease everyone down and Minori was looking on with greater confusion than before, Murakumo turned and stated, "Actually, I think that 'receiving it' would be a better term."
"I understand what you're saying!" interjected Yumi as she repeatedly pushed her hands into the air. She then crossed her arms and asked, "What about it? You said you were surprised?"
Minori grasped her fingers mindlessly as she squeaked, "Wait, you get what they're saying? Tell me! What am I missing!?"
Yozakura averted her gaze, "No, that was it. We were just surprised because you're… you. That's all."
Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, Yumi asked, "I don't think I understand what you mean when you say that…"
"Just imagine it," said Murakumo as she gestured her fingers into the air. Then, as if to visualize her point, she swung her arm around while straightening the rest of her body, "Prim and proper Yumi, straightforward and motherly to all those who she meets…" before relaxing her shoulders and giving them a shrug, "…interested in bouncing and flouncing…"
Taking the opportunity to insert her own image of the situation, Shiki slid in across the floor and rested the side of her head onto her flattened hands, "When I was sick with the flu, she wiped away my sweat and gently lulled me to sleep with her soft words…" before forcing on a smirk and stating, "…Little did I know how dirty she could be…"
Yumi blinked and turned to Minori, wondering if she'd caught on, and found the girl frustratedly ignoring them all and doing some stretches. She then faced Yozakura and leaned backward before rolling around her hand, "Do you have some theatrics too?"
"No, no," said Yozakura with a shake of her head, "I've already said that I'm surprised and I don't feel the need to elaborate."
"Also…" started Murakumo as she awkwardly prodded her fingers together. Once she found her words, she continued frankly, "Please, don't mistake all of this for disapproval. You can do you… or, to word that better, you can do whoever you wish."
Shiki then smiled cheekily, "Just expect some ever so sisterly teasing to come your way once we get over the shock…" She then covered the side of her mouth and beamed, "And, spoilers, it's totally coming your way and don't go thinking we'll be merciful."
"Unless little Yumis start to run around," said Murakumo in a more serious tone, "In which case… we may scold you at first… but we'll support you in any way possible."
As if that was the most obvious thing in the world, Shiki nodded her head and dryly added toward the masked girl, "Well, duh."
Upon hearing the latter two sentences, Minori's interest was hooked right back into the discussion, "Wait, wait, wait! YUMI'S HAVING A BABY!?"
"Oh… heavens…" uttered Yozakura as she covered her face and keeled over in the slightest possible way.
Yumi took the brief moment of quiet that followed to say, "I'm not having a baby!" before she looked to her sisters, "And I don't intend to have one at the moment. I made sure that protection was worn so everything will be just fine."
"Worn?" repeated Shiki with wide and alert eyes, "Wait, was it just a con-, wrapper? Did you guys not use anything else?"
Upon hearing the tone in Shiki's voice, Yumi recoiled and stood silently for a second before slowly answering, "No… Should I-, was there something I missed?"
"They're only about…" Shiki muttered before she tried to remember all that she knew on the subject, "Ugh… I think it was between eighty to ninety-five percent effective…? Somewhere in-between…?" Eventually, she shrugged and said, "Well, the point is that there isn't a guarantee that you won't get pregnant."
When the blonde looked back to her sister, she found what looked to be the most distraught look in the world. Just as she raised her hands to calm the woman down, a squeak came from the girl's throat, "You mean there's no way to do it without having a baby?"
Having had enough of the vagueness of the situation, Minori shouted at the top of her lungs as she yanked her own pigtails, "WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT!? BABIES!? WRAPPERS!? GETTING ON AND CLIMBING STUFF!? WHAT'RE WE TALKING ABOUT!?"
Without any acknowledgement to the tantrum that just took place, Shiki stepped over and rested a hand on Yumi's shoulder, "There's-," before scratching the back of her head, "Look…" After all of her thoughts were gathered, she turned back to Yumi and scrunched up her face, "Alright, this is kind of embarrassing… but talk to Jasmine. She told me once that if I was ever to get in a situation that involved… sensual dancing… I was to come to her because she had a safety method or something…"
Stomping away from the group, Minori was grumbling, "If you guys aren't going to include me, I'm going over here… BY MY-SELF!"
Murakumo promptly asked, "Why would Jasmine offer that to you and, presumably, only to you?"
"She…" started Shiki before she scratched the back of her head again and pressed her teeth together, "found my blog and was initially worried that I was going to do… those videos at some point."
"Oh."
The blonde threw up her hands, "I'm not going to do those videos, by the way. Ever."
"Yup."
"Seriously."
"I trust your word."
"Then why are you tilting your mask away from me? You only do that whenever you don't believe someone or don't want to meet their eye!"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
As Shiki began to bicker at Murakumo, Yumi pulled out her phone and began to urgently tap out a message. Curious and wanting to keep the image of one of her sisters doing pornography out of her head, Yozakura peeked over and asked quietly, "That was quick. Are you already reaching out to Jasmine?"
"Miyabi first. Jasmine after," retorted Yumi.
Yozakura straightened her head up, "Oh? Why Miyabi?"
Stopping in the middle of her text, Yumi was about to say something before she stuck up her finger, "As much as I'd like to think I'm the… number one participant of what we did…"
"I didn't need to know that."
The older girl continued hesitantly, "I cannot deny that… Miyabi was enthusiastic about it… No more than me but she was certainly enthusiastic…"
"I didn't need to know either of those things."
"Oda, the shinobi from the capitol have arrived in time and are in position. Let us know when you want us to charge in."
"Will do, though I'll trust that judgment to you."
As that exchange was taking place, Imu cautiously opened a door and stuck her head into Miyabi's room. Between her not showing up at any of their scheduled drills to realizing that no one else had seen her through the day, she was actively worried for the woman's health and safety. But, after taking one look at the spectacle on the bed, worry was soon replaced by immense confusion.
Laying on the bed with a red face, foggy eyes, and a tired grin, Miyabi looked like she was enjoying a vacation above the clouds. The usual cold and stern expression that had earned so much idolization throughout all of Hebijo Academy was nowhere to be seen and, in its place, was something akin to visual joy and, most prominent, aftershocks of pleasure. When Miyabi's yellow eyes found Imu, she offered a casual wave of her hand and offered a simple, "He-llo…"
The spectacled girl blinked once before returning the greeting, "Hello…"
Miyabi rolled onto her side and spoke quietly, "Sorry that I didn't think to text or speak with anyone earlier-, though my phone died… but I got back this morning, I was going to do some stretches… so then I did some stretches and a whole bunch of thoughts kept coming to my head… I had to lay down."
Bouncing her eyes between her best friend's face and her chest as it expanded and shrunk with heavy breaths, Imu slowly questioned, "What kind of thoughts?"
Miyabi's lips briefly parted as her smiled widened in the slightest way before she said, "It was all innocent at first… stupid lovey-dovey stuff…" before she rolled away and murmured, "…Sorry… I'd have to be as confident as Yumi is with this kind of thing in order to tell you about the rest that came to mind…" She then rolled back to face her friend again to say, "Regardless, I came back here to rest… but the thoughts aren't leaving my head…"
Imu was tempted to press on and ask about what specific thoughts were haunting Miyabi but, seeing as her expression was a direct mirror of an intensely aroused Ryōna, she didn't need much elaboration. Instead, she skittishly asked, "Can I bring you anything? Cold water?"
"I don't want to trouble you," said Miyabi as she stretched out and closed her eyes, "I just-, I'll grab some for myself in a while."
"I can bring you it."
Hearing some persistence in what was an otherwise monotone voice, the older woman opened her eyes and smiled to her friend, "Well, then that'd be appreciated. Thank you."
"No problem at all," said Imu as she retreated out of the room and closed the door. As her hand grasped the handle, two small thoughts came to her. One was of the fact that Murasaki was avoiding her, either out of continuing spite or due to guilt for their feud, and the other was that it was a bad day to talk about her feelings for Miyabi. So, with those things in mind, Imu decided to put her focus elsewhere… She let out a long breath and released the doorhandle to clap her hands together in thanks, "Heaven and ancestors… thank you so, so much for showing me what I thought possible only in my dreams…" before walking away to get a cold water for herself and Miyabi.
Certainly, her circumstances were not bright and she had much reason to be worried. Miyabi's relationship with the young man was only getting more intense, Murasaki still wasn't speaking with her, and her relationships with the both of them felt extremely threatened. But a red-faced Miyabi had just asked for her help and the opportunity was going to be afforded to Imu to witness that expression for however long she could maintain the next conversation and interaction. Barring some hurt from the fact that she wasn't the one who caused said expression, it was something that she'd always wanted to see. She'd seen Miyabi at her coolest and at her cutest… but never did she imagine she'd see the woman at her lewdest.
Murasaki, pulled from her room as her nose guided her to a pair of curious smells, held Bebeby close as she shuddered. At first, she thought that Yumi had come back with Miyabi, what with the familiar smell of lust poisoning the air of the academy. But, as her sister came skipping by with no heed for anyone else's presence, the situation was made much clearer. Murasaki stood in place for a moment, turned down the hallway toward Miyabi's room and tightened her hold around Bebeby, "…Dirty… dirty, dirty, dirty…" before making a hasty retreat.
Neither of the shinobi afflicted by lust would ever know why but the younger girl would later leave several bars of soap outside of their doors. In addition to that, several air fresheners would be sent to the academy through a priority mail service and several couriers several hours later. They were all paid well for their rapid response and professionalism.
"Remember, what we do here today is for the benefit of the country. We'll be hated from here on and likely throughout the rest of history… but this is our calling and duty… to sacrifice our reputations for a stable future. Remember your cause and go on with the strength that you aren't alone."
Before any packages would be delivered, the second day of subtle interrogating would be ringing throughout Hanzō Academy. To the three people at the center of the occasional sudden questions, it was both terrifying and annoying. From the intense and dark-eyed look that came from their verbal challenger to the fact that nothing was being made from their answers, it was an overall conflicting situation.
Exiting the gym storage room after putting away some training gear, Asuka stretched her arms up and let out a squeaky sigh of relief that the day was progressing as quick as it was. But just as she started to consider what she'd do at the end of the day, she turned her head and found Ikaruga staring at her in a crouched position behind a mop bucket nearby. Asuka straightened up in surprise but, after having gone through seventeen earlier instances throughout the day, she was starting to get used to it. So, keeping her voice as straight as possible, she asked, "Was there another question?"
"Do you hug everyone in your group?" asked Ikaruga in a low voice without blinking.
Asuka responded immediately, "Of course, though that can't be a surprise. I hug everyone."
"But do you hug them intensely?"
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind."
A short time after leaving Asuka behind in her confusion, Ikaruga snuck into one of the clothes racks in the school store and waited for her next target. Of course, she wouldn't need to keep alternating between people if she could just ask the one question she actually wanted to know. But asking people directly if they'd had sex or taken part in an orgy was far too embarrassing to ask. So, she opted for what she believed to be the next best option: asking a long series of questions that would build her answer over the course of an extended period of time.
Ayame, still pleased with herself for participating with everyone a couple of nights before, came into the store while humming a song and carrying a few boxes. She put them down in their respective positions and popped one open to start putting away shirts, smiling a couple of the new designs that she and Katsuragi had picked out, one which would surely reveal a heavy amount of cleavage with how low the neckline was. Just as Ayame started to picture everyone dressed in such a shirt, Ikaruga then popped out of the clothes rack and scared the girl. As a dry yelp rang from her throat and all of her hair went straight into the air, the senior shinobi asked quickly with straight eyes, "If you were stuck in a room with seven other people and you had a deck of cards, some boardgames, and a bed… what would you do…?"
Once Ayame made sure that her heart was still working after the scare she received, which would be the tenth one that day, she began to try and straighten her hair as she slowly answered, "Well… I mean, that's a weird question. I suppose I'd start by asking if I knew the seven other people in the room?"
Ikaruga blinked and said, "Fine," before retreating back into the clothes rack.
Ayame stared for a moment more, knowing exactly what the woman was suspicious of. But she wasn't going to be the one to break the news to her. Instead, she would prod her finger into the rack and say, "I'm sorry to intrude… but I need to hang up some new shirts…"
Coming out from the opposite side, Ikaruga curtly replied, "Apologies. I'll be going now."
Katsuragi, having had enough of the repeated intrusions throughout the day, resolved herself to give the answer that Ikaruga was looking for. Though the girl's inevitable judgment would be harsh, she knew that it would, at worst, come to a shinobi match between the two. Keeping in mind the fifty-fifty track record between the two and the fact that Katsuragi had a goal to fight for that she would never relinquish, she was confident in her chances if such an event were to come and pass.
So, after showering down for the day in the locker room, Katsuragi started to imagine what sort of shinobi techniques would be needed to put her best friend down. Considering several different options, all of which involved some form of stripping and inappropriate touching in some way, she began to wonder if it would be dishonorable to get Asuka and Ayame to join in on the fight. As dirty actions of a cooperative nature started to fill her head, she opened her locker and found Ikaruga tightly squeezed inside and in wait for her. By that point, Katsuragi wasn't surprised and simply offered, "Howdy."
"If there was a bath and only so much hot water, would you share it with others?" asked the raven-haired shinobi as she tried to get her body free from the locker.
"If you're asking about whether I took part in a sexy eightsome, the answer is yes and it was fantastic," stated Katsuragi boldly before she took a few cautious steps backward.
Fortunately, as Ikaruga instinctually tried to charge the girl in a mix of shock and fury, she found that her legs and arm were completely stuck inside the locker. She made a few sounds and used her one free hand to try and pull herself free. When that didn't work, she sat still for a couple of moments before squirming uncomfortably and murmuring incoherently. Knowing the situation and who she was stuck in it with, Ikaruga realized that she was in no place at all to start ranting about her friends' actions. So, she relaxed herself and meekly asked, "I'm sorry for stalking you all throughout today and yesterday. Could you please find it in your heart to forgive me and get me out of here?"
"Will you drop the issue of our sex lives?" asked Katsuragi.
Ikaruga remained silent and still for a moment before asking hopefully, "Would you be willing to settle the matter in a fight?"
Immediately, Katsuragi turned around and started to walk away, "Nope. See you later."
"Wait!" cried Ikaruga as she began to wiggle around frantically, "I'm stuck and I can't get out!"
"We both know that you're strong enough to rip that metal apart," taunted Katsuragi, "Just do that."
"But I don't want to destroy school property! Don't you remember how Kiriya yelled at us last time!"
Hearing the increasingly desperate pleas, the blonde stopped her retreat and came right back, though she never had any intention at all of leaving her friend alone in such a situation. Once she saw Ikaruga's expression relax, she rubbed the bottom of her chin and stated dryly, "In all honesty, you've got two options: drop the issue of us having sex or you stay there until a good Samaritan comes by while I keep you company…" Before an answer could be given, Katsuragi added, "And let me be clear," before flexing her fingers around and about, "I'm the one keeping you company in your compromising situation."
Unable to think of an answer that she could be satisfied with, Ikaruga's lips quivered as the other shinobi started to hover closer and closer. By the time she would finally come to a decision, Katsuragi's hands would have grabbed a satisfactory amount and the moon would be resting in the sky.
"Are you sure this is something you wish to do alone? The risks are high."
"Lajos, you getting the info that you've gotten is more than enough. Not to mention that you and everyone else would be high-risk here and that this is a personal gamble of mine. Don't worry. The dignitaries will take a hit and they'll hopefully find a different city to plague."
Echoing out from a cave within the woods, long and evil cackles followed by occasional screams of horror rang throughout the air. Though such a place was meant to be a suitable hideout for renegade shinobi, it was a great fortune that all of the hunts for them were put on hold due to the matter with Shin. Otherwise, they would certainly hear Homura's pleas, "STOP! WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING OF THE SORT!"
Hugging herself with wide-eyes in a corner of the cave, Mirai was quivering as she loudly asked, "Homura, there's no way, right!? Everything that Haruka just said is a lie, right!? RIGHT!?"
"OF COURSE! THERE'S NO WAY IT WENT THAT FAR! WE JUST, YOU KNOW, DID THE DEED, KISSED SOME, AND THAT WAS IT! NOTHING MORE!"
Meanwhile, sipping tea in one of the living chairs with a dark look in her eye, Haruka smirked devilishly before saying, "But there's no way you were all so innocent about it." She stood up and flauntingly shook her chest around, "Not when every woman involved is so gifted and not when such a reserved and pent-up boy is at the center." She then concluded with immense certainty, "You went farther."
"I DID NOT!"
Haruka put down her cup of tea and proceeded to give both of her breasts a squeeze, "You know what you did for him. You squeezed something between these, didn't you!?"
Mirai covered her eyes and screamed, "STOP DESCRIBING IT! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THIS!"
"Or that dirty mouth of yours," said Haruka with her teeth bared like a predator, "How many times did you show your appreciation for him like that!?" before she straightened herself and shook her shoulders, "Or did he show his appreciation for you with his mouth?"
"HOMURA, YOU DIDN'T!"
"STOP ASSUMING THESE THINGS!"
"Oh-ho, you went further than that did you?"
"STOP IT!"
Having gotten no sleep through the previous night, between all of Mirai's screaming and Haruka's enthusiastic imaginings, Yomi was still laying down and staring up at the ceiling with bags beneath her eyes. Curious to see how Hikage was faring, she turned up and found the girl staring down to her with her same lack of expression as always. After a moment of silence, Yomi asked, "I imagine you managed to sleep last night?"
"For a while," replied Hikage, "then Mirai started screaming." She then tilted her head one way before arcing her body to the opposite side, "I have a spot outside where you can sleep if you want it."
"I want it."
"You might still hear everyone."
"I'll take what I can get."
For many, the average day is boring, calm, and capable of silly things.
In the cafeteria of Wakariyasui, the young man had opted to set aside what little hunger he had and instead delved into the reading material that his grandfather prepared for him. At first, he was against the idea of bringing confidential material to school but, upon realizing that the words would be far more confusing than alarming to the average person with no knowledge of infiltrators, he decided to catch up on the learning he'd set aside the night before. Fortunately, by the way that everyone was looking at their phones and urgently chatting with one another, it seems that something in the news had their attention.
Just as the young man was about to consider himself happily alone, Sugiyama then sat in front of him and tapped the table with his finger to rouse the boy's attention. When he looked up, the larger student held up his hand before awkwardly turning his thumb up with a quirked brow. Quickly catching onto the silent question, the young man raised up his own thumb for a moment before dropping it in hesitation and flattening his hand to give it an uneasy shake. Giving a slight nod, Sugiyama asked, "Did anything go wrong?"
"I have areas to improve," replied the young man before he turned back to his notebook.
"Were the ladies satisfied?"
"Gentlemen don't kiss and tell," fired back the young man in a quiet voice.
Sugiyama recoiled, "I don't care about how you did it or who you did it with. I just want to make sure the lessons I taught helped in some ways."
Making a sound with his throat as he thought for a moment, the young man then shrugged and said, "Your techniques worked. Several times."
"Well," nodded Sugiyama before knocking his knuckles to the table a few times, "I'm glad it worked out in the end." He then turned to the side, where a group of students were excitedly chatting about something on their phones while calling other people over. Deciding to focus on why he came to the young man in the first place, the student then spoke frankly, "So, now that we've greeted each other, I'm hoping you can explain whatever is going on with the news right now."
"What's going on with the news?" asked the young man as his mind went back to what Oda discussed the other day.
Sugiyama entangled his fingers together before pursing his lips and replying, "Well, in two different areas of the city… apparently, SAT teams stopped some vehicles equipped with weird devices." Prepared to get into the juicier bits of the tale, he leaned a bit forward and stated, "Then a third area came into the news, where a… firefight, of sorts, broke out. You wouldn't happen to have more details on that, would you?"
"Nope," replied the young man with a slight shake of his head as he kept his eyes locked on his notebook, trying desperately to get back into his reading.
"Nothing at all?" pried Sugiyama as leaned closer, "I mean… we both know about the sort of company you keep… and, spoiler alert… that big guy from back then was involved in this fight, based on some of the pictures that came out."
Setting down his notebook to look the student dead in the eye, the young man spoke in a voice that was both solid and straightforward, "I know the company that I keep and I was warned that something, only something, was going on today. Otherwise, I have no details and I don't care to hear them." He tapped at the table a few times before blowing some air out of his mouth and saying, "The news is too depressing for me. If it's important, I'm sure that I'll hear about it later."
"Ah," grunted Sugiyama with a nod before he said, "Well, in that case, I hope everything turns out alright for you and your friends… and I'm glad things didn't go terrible on your big night."
The young man nodded his thanks and watched as the student stood up and walked away to his own usual table, where he often sat alone to eat or study. Almost deciding to pull out his phone as he was almost overcome with curiosity, the boy then closed his eyes and refocused himself for a moment. He knew that he would almost certainly hear about it later and that the time he had to spare to learn and practice the material he knew was limited. So, sucking down every prying thought about Oda and the relief site, the young man went back into his notebook and continued to study and ponder its material.
Seconds later, his eyes then went wide with realization. Oda, a head of shinobi within the government whose presence was completely unknown or, at least, negligible to the public before, was in the news for a firefight that broke out… which would almost certainly involve him being transformed. Pulling out his phone and dreading what details he'd find, the young man found the first news site that he could and began to read.
For some, the average day is stricken with great risks.
Sometime earlier, Oda watched as a white van sped its way down the side streets before dangerously merging onto the main road and almost hit a car in the process. He turned to a shinobi at his side and spoke in a low voice, "The SAT teams' timing must have been off. The other dignitaries must have warned them." He then pointed off to an adjacent building and ordered, "Prep your team. Once I bring throw that thing onto its side, everyone will need to move quick to secure whatever arms or explosives they have."
The shinobi, a certain bulky woman with dirty blonde hair, nodded and departed immediately without a sound, using their shinobi barrier to keep themselves hidden from the public eyes all around. At the same time, Oda gripped a corner of the building before ripping away a large piece of concrete. He then reeled his hand back and prepared to pitch it at the speeding vehicle with a cold look on his face.
At the same time, the one known as Cleaner was staring down the pair who were conscripted to go on the suicide attack with him. The two would occasionally look up to him, hoping for some last second mercy before resigning themselves to their fated task. Their eyes would then fall upon the large pod-like charger that sat at their feet, studying the several taser guns that stuck out of the side. Once all of that was done, they would simply dread the fact that their family name was Hazuki and that they were pulled in to atone for their daughter's failure.
As he felt the driver of the van they were in step on the gas, Cleaner looked forward and his eyes drifted out of the windows and towards the rooftops. If everything went as predicted, the mole within the dignitaries' organization had already leaked the information of the coming attack and the shinobi would all be in position to counter them. At that moment, the veil that covered the shinobi for so long would be ripped away for the world to see and the next plot of the dignitary campaign would come into play.
But just as Cleaner dwelled on the grand scheme, a large piece concrete suddenly exploded into the front of the vehicle and flipped it forward with the resulting force. He held on tight, using his arms and legs to hold his position as much as possible while watching the two parents of Sato Hazuki bounce around painfully. The vehicle then landed onto its roof and rolled, throwing even Cleaner from his position, before coming to an eventual stop.
After he recomposed himself and made sure that nothing in him was broken, the man pulled out his grappling-pistols and readied for the eventual attack to come ripping open the backdoors of the van. As he got himself positioned, his eyes flashed to the other two and took in their slightly mangled forms. While the woman was very clearly injured with what must have been a shattered spine and a broken arm, the man was only treating a twisted leg and ankle. Making sure that they kept to their duty, Cleaner aimed one of his guns at them and shouted, "The devices! Arm up and take aim at the doors!"
As further shouts and groaning echoed from the broken windows of the van and shinobi rapidly surrounded the vehicle, the patient eyes of a predator waited nearby with all of his swords and firearms on standby. While he had no intention of entering the fray if everything went fine, he would still remain as security to ensure that his youngest brother was as safe as humanly possible.
There are many laughs and battles in life…
They're often separated and one is often craved over the other…
But neither can be avoided or ignored…
