Life La Life

by kilbymania

It was a year after the events of Kill la kill, and life has been swell for Ryūko, Satsuki and Mako who happened to have been transferred to the same high school. However a ghost from their past throws their lives into chaos while this spectre of said past begins their own new life leading to an unseen force who wish to enact the will of the late Ragyō Kiryūin begin their attack.

30. Chapter 30: Post egress

The sounds of an unknown machine echoed through a room akin to an open plan penthouse suite. The floor was a black obsidian like coloured concrete, with six pillars made of a similar material leading out from a metal double door akin to an elevator entrance at the centre of the back wall. The front, left and right sides of the room was large windows overlooking a busy city. The room had a lot of incredibly luxurious versions of what would otherwise be typical placements in a penthouse suite, a king size bed at the top left corner of the large room, a massive TV about seven feet tall and twelve feet across at the bottom right of the room, sitting in front of a pit-like square shaped indent into the floor carrying a built in sofa which stretched across the back right and left sides of the pit. All of these lavish designs were suggesting of an extremely wealthy individual.

At the centre however was a large mahogany desk with behind the desk sitting a man facing the door way of the room. He was Dressed in a dark red suit and trousers, a black shirt beneath the dark red jacket and a brighter red tie. He had a smooth dark brown comb over and bright crimson eyes with a fox-like sharpness in his gaze as well as a well defined jawline covered in a mild stubble. He appeared to be growling in pained frustration as he appeared to be strapped into the chair he sat in behind the desk, the chair seemingly some sort of mechanical contraption that shoved see through tubes tipped with needles into his forearms ahead of his rolled up jacket and shirt sleeves, the tubes continually sucked out his blood sending dark red colour through the pipes into the chair's machinery and sending the man's skin into a sickly pale shade.

Behind the man in the chair to the top left of the room appeared to be a woman in a lab coat atop of a pale blue button up shirt tucked into a pair of black suit trousers. The woman had an absurdly large black pony tail and wore a pair of circular rimmed glasses, the shine of the outside light filling the lenses with a white hue and concealing the woman's eyes. The woman looked into a computer screen attached to a large metal counter.

She suddenly spoke up as she hit a key on a keyboard also built into the metal counter, her voice was that of a cold and calculating analyst, "Alright, that's enough."

The machine built into the chair whirred to a stop, provoking a reaction from the man who spoke with smooth and captivating voice, one you would hear from a charismatic politician, however it was seemingly strained from the pain of this procedure being carried out, "No... Keep going..."

The woman however replied uncaringly, as she stepped to the side of the counter towards the back most window, "If we keep going you'll die, and if you die, everything goes to shit." As she stepped to the side, a compartment at the top of the counter slid open causing a small vial rise from the opening connected to machinery embedded within the metal counter, the small vial filling with a sample of the man's blood, "And besides, we should have more than enough with another batch. And if this sample is anything to go by it should make for some decent growth in the current colony." She took the vial from the machine and held it up to gaze at the blood which glowed in the shine of the sunlight. The change in pose revealing the look in her emerald eyes, a piercing look of ice.

The man however seemed lost in his own thoughts, grumbling to himself quietly, "Another failed mission..."

The woman responded by placing back the vial of blood and walking over to the man's side before sitting on his lap, placing a hand on his chest and smiling slyly, "Come on now, we knew it wasn't gonna be that simple, its only been a year after all, this is all new territory. And anyway one mission may have been a failure but the other one wasn't now was it?"

Before the the man had a chance to respond, the doors at the entrance to the suite slid open allowing another individual; a man dressed what appeared to be servant of the threads attire to step inside, "Mr CEO? The directors are awaiting you in the board room."

This prompted the woman to step away from the man in the chair, while said man in chair replied, signifying him to be the CEO, "Thank you, me and the Researcher will be there in just a moment."

The woman chuckled as the individual at the door left, the door closing behind him. the woman seeming to be the Researcher, "Hm I still think that this "the Researcher" is a ridiculous name."

The CEO cracked a smile as the straps on his seat released, allowing the CEO to stand up and straighten out his suit, "Alright, lets go."

Four spot lights shone in an otherwise pitch black room. Within the first two spotlights appeared to be sitting was the Reaper and the Operator, on the other end of the room in the forth spot light sat what appeared to be a gruff looking man with what seemed to be a large burn across his face. He had grey long hair, a matching grey pointed beard and brown weathered eyes carrying a seemingly indescribably cold rage. His clothes however appeared to be that of the Executioner's, although he was missing the gauntlets, boots and obviously the helmet. He sat with his arms crossed impatiently staring across at the Operator. The third spotlight was right of the grey haired man and was next to head of the the table, however the individual sitting there appeared to be concealed as they were surrounded by tall stacks of paper in front of them as all four of the individuals were sitting in front of a large seemingly round table. The table being only partially visible in the spot light but otherwise was concealed in the pitch black darkness.

Suddenly another spotlight switched on, revealing the CEO to be sitting at the head of the table in the middle of the four other spotlights. He leaned in with his elbows resting on the table as he hooked his fingers together forming a bridge with his arms, a rather familiar pose for only the most astute of leaders. Close by him stood the Researcher, her hands in her pockets and a smug smile on her face as the lenses in her glasses shined once more, hiding her eyes.

The CEO spoke up calmly addressing everyone in the room, "Well its good to see you're all in fine shape."

The man with the grey hair scoffed angrily with a simple, "Hmph."

This caused the CEO to address this with a sigh, "You have something to add Executioner?"

The man confirmed to be the Executioner replied, the enraged frustration carrying through his voice, "Oh only just that some here don't deserve to be in as fine a shape as others."

Suddenly the Reaper shouted from across the room explosively, "Hey! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

The Executioner responded to the Reaper's confrontation with a cold glare, "What I mean is your's and the Operator's failure to dispatch ANY of your targets is absolutely pathetic, if I was on that mission all of those fools would be six feet under."

Before the Reaper could shout back, the Operator spoke up instead, replying with a more calm and controlled tone, "Our plan was well thought out and only failed because of the unexpected malfunction of the high velocity life fiber jammer."

The Executioner replied with another angered scoff, "Hm save your excuses, next time I will be the one to destroy those traitors, you both aren't even fit to clean my shoes."

This remark only served to further anger the Reaper who went to shout back angrily, "You bastard!-"

This was cut off however as a voice suddenly interrupted the Reaper, the voice coming from behind the stacks of papers, "That's enough all of you! Do you have no respect at all for the CEO?!"

The room quickly fell silent, the voice having quickly dispelled the argument.

The CEO broke the silence, setting his arms down on the table and addressing the voice, "Thank you Handler. And yes I do find your squabbling rather disrespectful... We are supposed to be the progenitors of humanity's salvation and we can't do that if we're at each other's throats. Sure the mission didn't go as planned, but I am sure that we have have struck fear into the hearts of our enemies, and with the life fibers we are gathering and my blood, our life fiber colony's growth will only grow exponentially larger as time goes on, and that is what matters."

The CEO's words seemed to soothe the remaining tension from the room, with even a faint little clap being heard from behind "the Handler's" stacks of papers.

The CEO turned his head to the side to speak to the Researcher, "How is the new specimen from America?"

The Researcher responded analytically, pushing up her glasses, "Rather feisty it seems, the intelligence level that of a rabid animal, probably to decrease it's energy output given it's been living in the desert for a while. It should calm down a bit if we feed it some of your blood, then it should acclimate to assimilation within the colony."

The CEO nodded, taking in the information, "I see... And what about my blood? Are energy levels provided to the life fibers remaining stable?"

The Researcher nodded in return her voice being filled with a reluctantly impressed tone, "Yeah still an entire regular sync person's body's worth for every drop of your blood, no matter how many batches we take."

"Excellent." The CEO replied before turning to announce to the rest of the room with a proud smile, "Now I need all of you to pull together, so we can be the saviours of humanity that we need to be, not just for the world... But for Ragyō's will."

Meanwhile half a day had passed back in nudist beach HQ, true Nui appeared to be strapped to her own metallic chair situated at the centre of a clinical looking operating theatre. She was in her pink bra and panties with white thrills while a dozen white circular electrodes was attached to her forearms, chest, belly and forehead, the cables from these appearing to feed into some machinery featuring a monitor which displayed a heart monitor as well as several other line charts appearing for seemingly obscure functions although one seemed to be tagged as "Life fiber energy levels." She also appeared to have tubes tipped with needles implanted into her right arm's veins taped down with clear medical tape. While one seemed to draw blood, the other was filled with a clear liquid leading from an IV drip filled with the same fluid.

Around Nui were three nudist beach agents who were operating the medical monitoring equipment, their faces were that of a cold cautious professionality.

Nui sighed with frustrated impatience, "Ugh, how long are these "check ups" gonna take? Everyone else has probably left already!"

One of the agents, a woman with short black hair and blue fierce looking eyes walked over to Nui with an annoyed fed up expression, "Alright you're free to go." She said as she tore off the tape and took the needles out from Nui's arm before undoing the straps on the medical chair.

Once the straps were undone, Nui yawned with relief stretching out her arms before she ripped off the electrodes, "Phew! I thought I would be stuck here foreeeeeveeeer." Nui suddenly perked up with attention as she looked closely at the agent who was tearing off one more of the electrodes off Nui's stomach, "Ooooo, you're cute! I bet you would look great in a dress! Wanna be my model some time?~"

The agent refused to respond however as she simply grimaced then walked away.

Nui jumped off the chair, continuing stretch her arms out casually, "Hm, must not be her type..." She then disappeared into a miniature hurricane of crimson fibers before reappearing in her usual outfit while the agents in the room watched her nervously.

She proceeded to waltz casually towards metal double doors featuring circular glass windows at the backmost end of the room. She pushed them open before looking to the right to see Mikisugi leaning against the wall, seemingly reading through a stapled together stack of papers.

Nui leaned forward staring at Mikisugi with a smug expression, "Ooooo were you waiting there for me the entire time time?"

Mikisugi stepped off from his lean turning to Nui with a bemused smile, "Don't flatter yourself sweet heart, I just got here a few minutes ago." He raised the stack of papers slightly which he cradled in one of his arms, "This is pretty good by the way."

Nui frowned with irritation as the two began walking right with Mikisugi in front, Nui closed her eye as she sighed, "You got some nerve making me write a report like that."

Mikisugi gestured casually carrying the same bemused smile, "Oh come on you must have written some reports for your missions with REVOCS as well right?"

Nui huffed crossing her arms, "Well of course I did, and that was boring as well! But at least they let me use a type writer."

Mikisugi replied in a slightly surprised tone, "A type writer?"

Nui nodded joyfully, "Mhm! Its not too much different than that keyboard you got me to use but the ticking of the gears and clicking of the keys of the type writer were a lot more soothing to listen to, plus I didn't have to deal with using the program thingamajigs those computers need me to use."

Mikisugi, answered with an absent minded tone as he began flicking through Nui's report as he walked, "Hm, well maybe we'll get you one, if you behave well..."

Nui's voice trailed off as her thoughts moved to something else, "By the way... How is little Hōōmaru?"

Mikisugi's attention perked up mildly intrigued as he looked back for a second over his shoulder, "Well now that's a surprise, didn't expect you to shown concern over anyone else, especially Rei."

Nui replied checking her nails casually, "Hm don't be silly. Its not concern per say, more like... curiosity."

Mikisugi sighed before responding with a doubting tone, "Right... Well she has a broken arm and a large amount of damage to the muscle tissue, however most of the nerves are pretty intact, so with a bit of surgery she should make a decent recovery."

Nui nodded contemplatively, "I see..." She perked up once more however, "Oh also how is Ryūko?"

Mikisugi looked back with a suspecting look, "You would think you would remember the time you sewed new pair of legs onto a person."

Nui scoffed with Irritation, "Come on you know that's not what I mean, I saw her wonder off like a lost child with a dreadful look on her face."

Mikisugi smiled again with bemusement, "Wow, Nui Harime caring about one person's physical well being and another person's emotional health? Now I really have seen everything."

Nui grit her teeth with a frustrated look, "Ugh can you just tell me already?!"

Mikisugi replied, a more relaxed look of frustration on his face, "Well... She's pretty down to say the least... This fight must have hit her hard."

Nui spoke with a curious confusion, "Hm now thats odd, doesn't sound like the Ryūko that cut my arms off and defeated lady Ragyō... Sounds rather pathetic really, I wonder if that year of peace has made her weak."

Mikisugi suddenly turned around and glared at Nui angrily. Nui's face was hit with a casual surprise, seemingly not having expecting such a reaction.

Mikisugi quickly simmered down however, letting out a frustrated sigh, "You know, some times I can't even tell if you realise you're saying the exact right thing to piss someone off." Nui continued staring at Mikisugi with a confused look while he turned to the side pinching the bridge of his nose with a closed eyed exasperated expression, "Look could you just switch over to clone Nui? I'm sure she's tired of that room by now anyway."

True Nui sighed while she crossed her arms, muttering to herself, "Well so much for the typewriter..." She was then surrounded by life fibers for a moment before they quickly disappeared revealing clone Nui to be standing in her place.

Clone Nui gave Mikisugi a remorseful look, "I'm sorry about that Mr Mikisugi..."

Mikisugi's face changed to a weary warm smile, "It's alright, I guess its getting a bit harder to keep my cool with everything going on..."

Nui replied with a similar weary tone, her eye at a downward slant, "Yeah I know the feeling..." She perked up however speaking with a more hopeful tone, "I'm glad that Rei is alright though, she really saved my life back there. Could you also elaborate more on what's going on with Ryūko? I'm really worried about her..."

Mikisugi felt the tenderness behind clone Nui's intentions, "Well she's holding up at Satsuki's place in one of her rooms and is refusing to come out or talk to anyone. I think Mako mentioned that she acted like this before after she went berserk wearing Senketsu. Surprisingly enough the original Nui was a heavy factor in getting her return to the fight, her using a disguise to get Ryūko to wear Senketsu again."

True Nui appeared in a ghostly form, floating beside clone Nui, exclaiming in a nostalgic tone, "Oh yeah! I remember that! Never thought I would see Ryūko acting like that again after everything."

Clone Nui ignored this to continue talking to Mikisugi, "Hm... I feel like I'm at fault for this... Maybe I should go apologise to her."

Mikisugi gave a slight chuckle in return, "I'm not sure that's the best idea, besides how are YOU feeling after everything that happened?"

Nui tried to eek out a comforting tone, "Oh I'm alright..."

Mikisugi raised an eyebrow detecting the shakiness in Nui's voice, "Are you really?"

Nui suddenly burst into tears as she wrapped her arms around Mikisugi, "No... I was so scared! I thought I was gonna die..."

Mikisugi failed to react for a moment in his surprise before he patted Nui's back soothingly, "That must of been really hard for you, you did well to make it through all of that, you're safe now..."

Nui pulled away from Mikisugi, attempting to wipe the tears away from her singular eye, "The worst part is... If I do die, no ones gonna miss me... I'm not even gonna be a foot note... I'm gonna die alone..."

Mikisugi crouched down just beneath Nui's height, placing his hand on her shoulder, "Hey! Hey... I'm not gonna let that happen you hear? You're not gonna have to go through any of this alone, neither you nor the other you, we're gonna be with you all the way."

Nui sniffed to pull up a small drop of snot back into her nose, the drop having leaked out from her crying, "Thank you Mr Mikisugi..."

The two then proceeded to begin walking right once again, this time side by side.

After a few paces, Nui looked to her side at Mikisugi inquisitively, "Erm Mr Mikisugi? I was wondering if you could answer one more of my questions."

Mikisugi gave her a quick calm, "Fire away."

Nui replied, questioning tentatively, "Do you know what happened to the civilians in the city square?"

Mikisugi sighed with mild frustration, "I wish I did, haven't found any of them, not even bodies."

Nui's face was hit with a quiet terror, "R-really?"

Mikisugi continued, lost in the subject, "Yeah... Not sure if they all are buried under rubble or taken to where ever the servants went, possibly to be used as food for their life fibers, perhaps used for experimentation or maybe a bit of both..."

Nui failed to reply, causing Mikisugi to look to the side to see Nui having stopped walking a pace or two ago and was shaking with a horrified expression on her face.

Mikisugi stopped, his face showing his guilt, "Ah shit... I'm sorry Nui."

Nui suddenly shook her head as she raised a hand up at Mikisugi, while with her other hand she seemed to hold her hip in an attempt to stop herself from shaking, "N-no its alright... I should have been prepared for something like that."

Mikisugi replied while he rubbed his chin wearily, "I'm gonna take you back to your hotel room, use the usual protocol of true Nui answering the door. Make sure you take some time off school till we can ensure there isn't too much of a security risk. Also don't leave your room without being escorted by Nudist beach agents. Got enough trouble going on without the other Nui going AWOL. You got that?"

Nui gave a little salute as she stood up straight like a soldier at attention, "Yes sir!"

Nui then continued walking forward only for Mikisugi to interrupt her, "Oh and Nui?" Nui's gaze shifted to Mikisugi who began talking in a tentative tone once again, "I know things are real tough right now, but remember what I said; you're not alone, we'll brave this storm together. And I know true Nui likes to act all tough, but I think she's gonna need to remember that as well."

Clone Nui smiled thankfully, however this was disrupted by her starting to convulse as a stream of blood rushed out from her arm floating in the air and forming a blood version of true Nui who stuck her tongue out at Mikisugi, "Says you! Naked monkey!"

Mikisugi drove Nui to the hotel in the naked shooting star, quickly dropping her off as Nudist agents met her out front and took her inside. Mikisugi then went back to the Nudist beach HQ, making his way down into the underground beach complex, Nudist agents saluting him as he walked past them. Moving through corridors connected to the beach through a large building he reached a metal sliding door a few meters away from another metal sliding door.

Mikisugi placed his hand on an electronic panel next to the door causing it to slide open. Inside was a darkened room overlooking an interrogation room through a one-way mirror.

In the room was Tsumugu, who stood overlooking the interrogation room with crossed arms, however he broke his attention away to turn his head to meet Mikisugi's entrance, "Yo, nice of you to show up."

Mikisugi was all down to business as he walked inside to stand by Tsumugu, "So what have we got on our guests?" He looked into the interrogation room to see a Nudist agent sitting at a metal table across from an average looking man in his underwear, the man looking about in fearful confusion.

Tsumugu sighed in frustration, "Nothing, not on a single one of the whole group we recovered got connections to REVOCS or Honnōji academy, hell most of them don't even have a criminal history."

Mikisugi questioned further, rubbing his chin, "Well have they gave away any information on their operations?"

Tsumugu shook his head, "No they haven't and you wanna know the worst thing about it? Its not that they're giving us the silent treatment, they're straight up claiming that they don't even know who the servants of the thread are, and as weird as it is to say, it doesn't even seem like they're lying, so either they are the best actors I've ever seen in an interrogation, or the info has leaked straight outta their brains."

"That might be closer to the truth than you would think." Suddenly a voice spoke out from the doorway, commanding Mikisugi's and Tsumugu's attention revealing it to be the one and only Shirō Iori. He looked no different than a year ago, his blond hair tied into a decently sized pony tail, while his slim figure was wrapped in a lab coat over nudist beach gear. He held a clip board while he looked at Mikisugi and Tsumugu with a clinical but warm gaze and a calm friendly smile.

"Iori!" Mikisugi spread his arms open with a joyful smile upon seeing Shirō, "I'm glad you made it."

Iori nodded, "Of course, I came as soon as I heard what happened, although I've been drowning in work over at R n' D."

Tsumugu replied in a casual tone, however his eyes still carried his usual sternness, "You sure you should be here instead of studying? you got the fast pass to university, would be dumb as hell to throw that away."

Iori chuckled as he answered, "You kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world, besides the return of the life fibers like this could be perfect for my dissertation..."

Mikisugi responded inquisitively, "Well going back to the original topic, what did you mean by "Closer to the truth than you would think?"

Iori began to elaborate, his tone was clear and straight to the point, "Well while our servant friends were being treated in medical, I went to pay them a visit, given they were using life fibers, I thought it would be prudent to check for possible left over effects. And so I examined each of the servants and began to notice something peculiar around the top of each of their heads; slight indents, very subtle but each of them seemed to have them. So I ordered an MRI scan on each of their brains, took a fair while as you might think, but when I looked at the results I saw..." Iori Took a couple pieces of paper from his clip board before handing one to Mikisugi and Tsumugu, "This."

Displayed on each piece was an X-ray-like image of a person's head, displaying the brain as well as the outer layers of their skull and skin. Also on the image however appeared to be a number of dots within the many of wrinkles of the person's brain, like dust was floating around inside their head.

Mikisugi peered at the images with an oncoming familiarity, "Wait... thats..."

Iori added on, finishing Mikisugi's train of thought, "holes."

Tsumugu reiterated, questioning Iori to ensure he heard correctly, "Holes?"

Iori nodded, "Indeed, tiny holes on the inside of their brain, a decent indication... Of mind stitching."

Mikisugi's and Tsumugu's eyes widened with the realisation, Mikisugi muttering in his shock, "Wait... Are you saying these people were mind controlled?"

Iori responded, now baring a serious expression to match the heightened tension, "I think its a bit more nuanced than that, look here." He pointed at specific parts on the images, namely around the central bottom part of the brain where the central lobe was, "The holes are largely concentrated around the hippocampus on all the individuals I had scanned. While under mind stitching it is possible for the subject to undertake complicated actions, however they need to be directed very specifically by the one who is pulling the strings. Here however these individuals have agency, and can make individual actions."

Tsumugu squinted at Iori signifying his impatience, "You mind getting to the point?"

Iori looked at the individual in the interrogation room, "My point is; I think the mind stitching in these cases was used to affect the servant's memories. I think they were taken by the servants of the thread then was made to believe that they had always been servants themselves since the organisation's inception. And when these individuals were defeated in combat, the mind stitching was ejected, and the memories regarding the servants of the threads along with it."

Mikisugi grasped his chin as he tried to think through the many implications behind this, "Wait so if that's true, they can take any individual without any previous history with the life fibers and turn them into loyal servant soldiers..."

Iori gave Mikisugi a simple nod, "Indeed."

Tsumugu was the next to ponder about what this could entail, "That could explain our information leaks..."

Mikisugi added on to Tsumugu's pondering, "And it could explain what the servants are doing with at least some of the people they abducted from Akihabara city square." Mikisugi turned to Iori, "Alright, I want checks conducted on all Nudist beach personnel, try to see if they got those indents or if the servants have some way of hiding signs of the mind stitching."

Iori sighed with exasperation, "I'll add it to the pile..."

Mikisugi scratched his head awkwardly, "Oh uh... Sorry about that..."

Iori shook his head before gesturing towards the door, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure things are gonna start getting busy for you as well, but in the mean time could you two accompany me to R n' D? There's a few more things I think is prudent to show you."

The three left the small room to walk further down the corridors, taking a series of turns before reaching what appeared to be a large shutter with a small cubicle-like building sitting close by against the left wall containing an agent setting at a desk with a slanted monitor. The agent appeared to be distracted, reading through some sort of magazine for male swim wear, possibly the same issue left on the floor of the back seats in Mikisugi's naked shooting star. The three walked to the right of the building and Mikisugi knocked on the glass of the the cubicle causing the agent to jump to attention before hitting a button situated in front of him while he blushed heavily. Suddenly two panels in the black steel wall slid open revealing an elevator. The three stepped inside and Tsumugu hit a button causing the doors to slide shut and the elevator to rise. The elevator opened up to reveal another corridor leading to a pair of foggy glass sliding double doors. The doors slid open upon the three's approach revealing a large rectangular white walled pristine laboratory area, where rows of long counters stretched across the room. The lab had many nudist beach agents cloaked in lab coats doing various things ranging from testing with chemicals, testing the durability of a black metal-like material presumably the material used to create life fiber severing weaponry, using pliers and various other tools to toy with circuitry, drawing up blue prints, looking down microscopes or writing on clipboards.

At the wall to the right end of the laboratory was large windows reaching across the entire wall, the windows seemingly overlooking a massive empty area seemingly made of a grey smooth stone separated into a square grid across the ground and walls, likely an arena for their more extreme tests.

Iori led Mikisugi and Tsumugu to one of the counters where an agent was standing. As Iori approached, the agent left the desk for a few seconds before returning with a metal case which they set on the table.

Iori uttered a "Thank you." To the agent, who nodded before walking away. Iori stood before the case before turning his head to Mikisugi and Tsumugu as he clicked open the latches on the case, "I reconstructed their broken firearms, which appeared to be just standard Military rifles. The bullets however are more interesting."

The case swung open Revealing a glass cylindrical container holding what appeared to be a single bullet propped up by a metal stand attached to the inside of the container.

Iori opened the container from a glass lid on it's right end and took out the bullet, holding it up between his thumb and index finger, "That report you sent around, it was rather well written but out everything it mentioned, the Reaper's scythe stood out the most to me as these bullets seem to share the same function, placing Life fibers inside people's bodies to harm them from the inside."

Mikisugi questioned almost shocked, "Wait for real? How strong are they?"

Iori answered looking at the bullet with his clinical gaze, "Based on the life fiber energy levels and amount of life fibers in the bullet, no where near as strong as what was described about the scythe in the report, one could slow the healing of a life fiber hybrid for about one or two seconds but it would take a few more to do the kind of damage that scythe did, makes sense since they are for an automatic rifle afterall."

Mikisugi nodded before asking another question, this time however he seemed to have noticeable reluctance in his voice, "I see, by the way... Do you think you could use the remaining life fibers left by the servants to make Goku uniforms?"

Tsumugu turned to Mikisugi in genuine surprise, "Aikurō?!"

Iori ignored this as he answered Mikisugi's question, "Hm I thought you might ask me about that..." He gestured to another agent who took a lap top from their desk before handing it to Iori

Iori nodded to the agent before opening the laptop, the screen switching on show what appeared to be the feed of a recording, "Observe."

In the video there was box made of reinforced glass held together by a metal frame, situated on a metal pedestal. Within the box appeared to be a single life fiber, inert and still. A nudist agent walked to beside the box holding a syringe of blood. The agent opened a circular cap at the top of the box holding the cap as they took the syringe and held it above the gap created. As they loosed a single drop of blood, they suddenly shut the cap and dashed away from the box. As soon as the drop of blood hit the thread, the life fiber suddenly burst into movement violently whipping around the box leaving deep scratches on the reinforced glass.

Mikisugi and Tsumugu stood wide eyed, as Iori shut the laptop, Tsumugu uttering a quiet, "Holy shit..."

Iori nodded, his gaze solemn and tense, "Indeed, it seems the loss of their primordial life fiber has sent them into quite the frenzy, either that or a stimulus spreading through the collective consciousness. Wearing even ten percent of these threads would be asking to be devoured."

Mikisugi was hit instantly with confusion, "But then how are the servants...?"

Iori cut him off with a defeated shrug, "I wish I knew... Some sort of limiter perhaps? Or maybe a direct behavioural control for each life fiber? I could guess for days and still be left stumped."

Tsumugu decided to cut in to put an end to the speculation, "Well that doesn't matter, what matters is that we gotta figure out some way for a counter attack, otherwise these assholes are gonna keep dancing around us and we won't be able to do jack shit."

Mikisugi grit his teeth with frustration, "But is there any way how? They got all the information and we can't even tell where they're gonna be next..."

Suddenly the glass door entrance to the lab slid open, "There's a way!" And at the door was the tired, breathless face of doctor Xavier Natrium.