March 16, 2096. 7:27 A.M. - Hachiouji, Tokyo, Japan
Sallie sat next to a window at the maid café in metropolitan Tokyo. The bright, bustling street outside was a constant reminder of the bustling city that surrounds the café. Sitting at a table beside Sallie was a young woman dressed in a pristine white maid uniform, with a blue bow in her light brown hair. As Sallie watched, the maid went through her motions, taking orders from patrons of all ages and bringing them drinks, food, and anything else they desired. The occasional flurry of activity inside the café and the warm sunlight flooding in through the window cast a comforting glow over the café, giving it a cozy atmosphere that Sallie found himself sinking into with each passing moment.
He was half asleep and still a tad groggy from the previous night's adventure. He was glad to have cleared out the hotel, but also felt a little guilty for the suffering of those violent supernatural entities. He was still a bit jumpy as it was hard to get rid of those things. Despite that, he was glad that he had done what had to be done.
He listened intently to the chatter around him, but with each passing moment, his confusion grew deeper. It was as if the people in the room were speaking a foreign language, one that he couldn't make sense of. He strained his ears, trying to pick up on any words he recognized, but the only thing that came through was the constant stream of Japanese. The unfamiliar words and their rapid tone were overwhelming, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. He felt as if the language was a barrier, separating him from the rest of the room and forcing him to remain on the outskirts, unable to understand what was being discussed.
He saw a maid approaching him, so he stood up and waited for her to speak. She set an iced latte on the counter in front of him and spoke in Japanese, a language he didn't understand. He bowed to show his respect and picked up the drink, taking a sip of it. He headed back to his table, feeling the cold liquid in his mouth refreshing him after his long night of cleaning.
He glancing at the window next to him, looking out at the bustling street outside. The hot sun was beating down on the sidewalk, casting a golden glow over the people passing by. There were a few couples walking hand in hand, carrying shopping bags and chatting animatedly. A group of children were chasing a stray dog, their voices echoing off the buildings. A man on a bike with a large basket on the front of it was approaching the intersection, a big, warm smile on his face as he rode down the street. It was a busy scene, and the sun made everything seem even warmer and more vibrant.
As he finished his last sip of iced latte, he heard the doors open and looked over to see two girls entering the café. One of them had short black hair with low hair tails and blue eyes at the end of the shoulders, while the other one had light brown hair and low twintails, along with a pair of pink eyes. He watched them as they walked to the front counter and spoke to the maid, who then led them to a table near the window. They were talking passionately about something, their voices rising and falling in tempo. Sallie was intrigued, listening to their conversation even though he couldn't understand what they were saying. He wondered what they were talking about.
Sallie glanced down at the floor as he pondered his next move. He was facing a choice between two paths, and he wasn't quite sure which one to take. He could join the two girls and try to listen to their conversation, or he could use a translation device to understand what they are saying. He pondered the decision for a moment, his mind filled with endless possibilities. He realized that he was at a crossroads, and the path he took would determine the outcome of his day. If he joined them, he would have the opportunity to make new friends and learn about other cultures. On the other hand, if he used the translation device, he would be able to eavesdrop on their conversation and gain knowledge that might come in handy later on.
Sallie gathered his courage and walked over to the table where the two girls were sitting. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat before speaking. "Um, excuse me... may I join you guys?" he asked politely, trying his best to look friendly and non-threatening.
The two girls looked at each other for a moment, and then one of them nodded, indicating that yes, he could join them. The other girl smiled softly and said in English, "Of course, please sit down!"
Sallie leaned forward and asked the two girls, "so what are you girls talking about? I'm sorry, I'm just new here in Japan, and I moved here yesterday, you know what I mean."
The girls looked at each other and then at Sallie, before one of them replied, "We're just talking about our families. My sister and I are here for the weekend to visit our aunt who lives here in Tokyo."
The other girl added, "Yeah, we come here every now and then to see her and catch up. It's always nice to spend time with family." Sallie nodded and listened intently, curious to hear more about their lives in Japan. "Do you have a name?" She asked, a twinkle in her eye.
"Do you want to go first? I am going to be a gentleman just for a little bit." He asked her
"The name's Honoka Mitsui. I'm a student from First High School in Tokyo, and this here is my friend, Shizuku Kitayama."
Her companion, a girl with black short hair, nodded and smiled "Greetings"
"Pleased to meet you both. I'm Sallie May Salcedo. I recently moved to Tokyo and I'm still trying to get settled in," he said, feeling more comfortable now that he had introduced himself.
Shizuku smiled and added, "Welcome to Japan, Sallie. Do you need any help getting around or finding anything?" she offered, kindly.
"Thank you, Shizuku. I appreciate the offer. I'm still learning my way around the city, so any advice or recommendations would be great," he replied, grateful for their kindness.
Honoka's eyes widened with curiosity as she asked, "Where do you staying at?" a hint of excitement in her voice.
Sallie chuckled nervously, replying, "The hotel in Ueno district. Like, you know that hotel is known to be haunted. It was abandoned."
A quizzical expression crossed Honoka's face. "Wait wait wait... How did you manage to live there since it was haunted by supernatural entities?" she asked, suspicion evident in her expression.
"It's because I just couldn't overcome my sleepiness after arriving here and stumbling upon the haunted hotel," Sallie explained. "So, I decided to clear up the interiors filled with foul entities, and..." He scratched his cheek with his finger, his gaze drifting toward the ceiling.
"You did what!?" Honoka's eyes widened in fear, disbelief coloring her expression.
"Why...? Is there something wrong?" Sallie asked with genuine confusion.
"You... You... Why did you... Oh no-" Honoka muttered in fear, her words trailing off.
"When did you clear out the entities before you fell asleep?" Shizuku asked with concern.
"It was in the middle of the night... I heard loud, violent whispers. I just couldn't stand it, no one else wanted to deal with this, so I decided to take these matters into my own hands." Sallie answered, a hint of unease in his voice.
Honoka's eyes widened with fear as she shouted, "You idiot!! Are you out of your damn nerve!!"
Sallie, unfazed, waved his hands dismissively, replying, ''Hey, you don't need to yell, everyone is watching.'' His nonchalant demeanor contrasted sharply with the shocked expressions of the onlookers at nearby tables.
Shizuku's worry was evident as she inquired, "You still currently live in the hotel, right?! The one where you cleared the entire floor full of supernatural entities?"
Sallie, defensively responded, "Yeah, why is that? You sounded like I accidentally ruined everything for you. I had no choice... I didn't realize that. And also, I saw that girly boy couldn't get out because it was haunted."
Realization struck Shizuku, and she questioned, "So that's the reason why I saw that blue light in the middle of the night!! It was your doing, right?"
Sallie's eyes darted nervously around the room, a guilty admission escaping his lips. "Yes, it was my doing," he confessed. "The blue beam in the middle of the night? I used the Casting Assistant Device to perform 'Restore' to clear out the hotel, like I said before."
Shizuku's eyes met Honoka's, a silent exchange in Japanese conveying a deeper understanding. "That beam in the middle of the night... I believe it was a duplicate version of regrowth," Shizuku explained, her tone reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern.
Honoka's eyes widened in realization, "Similar to Tatsuya!? That guy's 'regrowth' is similar to Tatsuya's."
Shizuku, switching to English, commanded, "Let me see that device of yours." Her demand carried an undertone of authority, revealing her suspicion.
Sallie's response was hurried, "I left it at the hotel on the top floor. I placed my belongings there!?" His tone betrayed a growing sense of panic.
Shizuku's warning was sharp and direct, "I suggest you pack off your things and get out of that place as soon as possible. When midnight strikes, the dangerous group of criminals inhabiting that haunted place will find out what happened. This could get really ugly for you."
Honoka, genuinely concerned, added, "Yeah, now that you're a magician using C.A.D to clear out the haunted hotel, they might try and hunt you down for what you did."
A ripple of fear spread through the onlookers as they processed the unfolding situation. Whispers of uncertainty filled the air.
"That guy is a student, right?"
one voice questioned, while another responded, "Yeah, but why is he here?"
The realization sank in, "This is going to be bad. That student is clearing out the hotel, which is a criminal hideout."
"The sinister hotel serves as a covert hub for a criminal syndicate, veiling their illicit activities from law enforcement."
"I perceive it, yet what I observed yesterday hints at an enigmatic blue light emanating from that very structure."
"Did he obliterate that concealed garment with the device?"
"Yes, the revelation he just unveiled is that everyone is already aware of it."
Sallie's eyes darted anxiously, catching the hushed whispers that circled him like elusive shadows. Unbeknownst to him, the whispers about the haunted hotel being a front for a major criminal syndicate, concealing illegal activities from the authorities, unfolded a harsh reality. The room he resided in within the haunted hotel, a hub for clandestine dealings, was now being dismantled, all without his awareness.
"The reality is, Sallie, everyone is well aware," Honoka replied with a tinge of sorrow.
"You should leave now... The ambiance won't improve if you linger here, the thing is, we do not want to get mixed up in all of this." Shizuku whispered with genuine concern.
Sallie's eyes lingered on the table, his shoulders slumping in resignation. Rising from his seat, a defeated exhale escaped his lips. With a solemn nod, he approached the door, a subtle bow conveying apologies. The door creaked open, and he slipped away, leaving behind a palpable sense of regret.
The sun dipped low, casting a warm golden hue across the sky as he stepped into the convenience store. The fluorescent lights inside flickered to life, revealing aisles of snacks and essentials. Sallie stood by the entrance, her furrowed brow reflecting the unease in her gaze as she glanced upward at the changing sky.
The grey bus rumbled into view beneath his gaze, coming to a halt at a sign stripped of its wheel. The door swung open autonomously, inviting passengers to step inside.
Sallie glanced to his right and spotted two female high school students clad in a white sleeveless gown paired with a long green coat. They strolled into the convenience store behind him, and the glass door effortlessly swung open as if sensing their arrival.
The girls shared laughter, their camaraderie evident in the joyous exchange of words. Meanwhile, the glass door smoothly slid closed, muffling their conversation to an indistinct hum.
He stood up from the sleek metallic bench, inhaling deeply as though boredom lingered in the air.
"Now, what's there to do...?" he pondered aloud. The prospect of returning to the desolate, unused hotel weighed on him, prompting a heavy sigh.
"Are they really telling the truth...? Are they really... Scared...?" he questioned, skepticism evident in his mutterings. Doubt lingered as he considered the possibility that the criminal organization operated from within the haunted hotel.
He heard a grey metallic bus navigated its way to the terminal, eventually halting by the stop sign. The bus door swung open autonomously, as if beckoning passengers to step aboard.
A group of men disembarked from the bus, each sporting a distinctive mustache and donned in a variety of black sleeveless bike outfits. Silver chains adorned torn pants, and sunglasses concealed their eyes. Shockingly, rifles were slung across their backs, protected by menacing spike chains. His surprise deepened as he noticed the unmistakable tattoo of the Philippine flag on their shoulders.
"The boss shared details about the haunted hotel, considering it our safe haven for operations," said the man in Tagalog.
"Yeah, I'm aware. It got wrecked by those Japanese magicians. Ever realize how tough it is for the boss to cast her dark spell and make the place genuinely eerie?" the other guy responded in the same language.
"The intention was to conceal things from Japanese authorities, but it got exposed by fools from that supposed national magic university or something," expressed the angered man.
Overhearing the conversation in Tagalog, Sallie, familiar with the language, opened his eyes in shock and dismay.
"What do the Japanese have to do with our plans? We were so close to success!" the man next to the distinctive mustache yelled.
"Thankfully, we spoke Tagalog here, so the Japanese couldn't understand and suspect us. They couldn't pinpoint what we were saying," a man laughed.
He patted his shoulder, saying, "Yeah, you're right. But let's not forget, those magicians from that so-called national magic university disrespected our boss. Our leader tasked us with finding out who did it."
Tagalog speaking man's frustration evident in his voice. "Not even their magical engineering can translate what we were saying."
The air was thick with an air of mystery as he continued, delving into the boss's creations. "Yeah, the boss crafted entities to guard the haunted hotel, supernatural beings protecting our friends from authoritative threats," he explained.
But as he recounted the downfall, a sense of disappointment lingered. "It was perfect until we heard rumors that a student managed to destroy everything she worked hard for. It's an understatement," he said, crossing his arms and looking away.
Sallie lowered his round hat, ensuring his face remained unobscured amidst the crowd that had arrived directly from his homeland. The country, now officially known as "The Federal Republic of the Philippines" carried a significance that lingered in the air.
"Let's head over and secure a spot for some rest after dealing with that brat from the magic high school," the man suggested, pointing toward the convenience store. Nods of agreement followed as they obediently trailed behind him. Sallie observed the group entering the store as the glass door slid open.
He witnessed the Filipino boys encountering two female students, and to his dismay, the men in bike outfits resorted to lifting one girl's shirt as she attempted to escape. The scene escalated as the aggressors forcibly wrestled the students out of the store, hurling insults and profanities as they menacingly threatened the girls.
Adding insult to injury, the assailants forcefully seized the items the girls had purchased. Despite their attempts to return the belongings, their efforts were met with harsh slaps to the cheeks, sending them sprawling to the floor. The air was thick with profanity as the attackers angrily yelled, leaving the defenseless students in tears and pain.
The assailants brazenly entered the store, looting everything in sight. Sallie couldn't help but witness the heart-wrenching scene as the girls, now in loud sobbing distress, ran out with tears streaming down their faces.
"Damn it! I could sense there was something off! I'm tempted to blast those bastards for what they just pulled! But, hell, If everything Mitsui-chan and Kitayama-san warned about earlier turned out to be true... my hands are tied right now at this point!!!" he fumed, a mixture of anger and regret evident in his muttered words. His hands clenched involuntarily as he grappled with the internal conflict of wanting to come to the aid of the assaulted girls while being acutely aware that his involvement could escalate matters.
His frustration grew as the scene unfolded before him – a brazen act of theft and humiliation. The helpless girls, now running in disarray with tear-streaked faces, only fueled his indignation. He found himself trapped in a dilemma, torn between a desire to intervene and the realization that his interference could lead the perpetrators straight to the vacant hotel, putting everyone at risk. The weight of the situation pressed on him, amplifying the urgency of a decision he was reluctant to make.
Fueled by anger, he hastily sprinted away, a mad dash leading him straight to the distant hotel in Ueno District, putting distance between himself and the unsettling scene unfolding behind him.
Arriving at the vacant hotel in Ueno, Sallie took in the prestigious red hue of the buildings, their exteriors standing out in the night. Despite the late hour, the lights inside were switched off, lending an eerie quiet to the surroundings. Fortunately, the hotel remained deserted, untouched by activity just before the Filipino assailants could reach it by midnight. It was as if time had frozen, the atmosphere maintaining a deceptive stillness after his two-hour sprint.
Panting heavily, beads of sweat soaked through his clothes, testament to the hours of mad dash from the convenience store in Hachiouji. The physical toll of his hurried escape lingered in the exhaustion evident on his heaving chest.
"Attention to all people... We were having a secret meeting about the haunted hotel that was plagiarized by someone who is claimed to be a Japanese student," echoed the announcement from within, enveloping him in a sense of urgency as he scanned his surroundings, absorbing the gravity of the situation.
In the stillness of the vacant hotel, Sallie stood motionless, waiting in anticipation, his senses heightened for the unfolding events that would shape the course of the night.
"Do not attempt to ignore the secret meeting..." The announcement echoed as Sallie walked toward the door of the purely vacant hotel.
"Including the young man wearing a black outfit..." The words hit him like a bolt, and he turned abruptly toward the source of the noise.
"Secret meeting my ass!!!! I ain't going in there!!!" Sallie yelled, his frustration and disbelief evident in his vehement response.
"I mean you... The one who turned the haunted hotel into a new one... Now you must die... Along with the hotel..." The announcement echoed from within, leaving an unsettling resonance in the air.
"Huh!?" he exclaimed, caught off guard and shockingly confused by the ominous message, the weight of its implications settling heavily on his shoulders.
The sound of rumbling vehicles reached his ears, prompting him to turn around. To his dismay, he found two half tracks filled with men clad in sleeveless bike suits, a foreboding sight that intensified the urgency of his predicament.
In a tense moment, Sallie locked eyes with a man wielding a stationary machine gun, its menacing barrel aimed squarely at him.
"FIRE!!!" the command rang out in Tagalog, and the man opened fire. Reacting swiftly, Sallie leaped out of harm's way, his evasive maneuver causing the door to shatter under the onslaught of bullets.
Sallie sprinted inside, skillfully evading projectiles hurled his way. The assailants on bikes, armed with assault rifles, unleashed a barrage of gunfire through the windows as he dashed forward. Sallie maneuvered with agility, narrowly escaping the deadly pursuit of bullets, his every move a dance between life and the relentless assault.
Taking cover, Sallie peeked into the hallway, only to be met with the disheartening sight of his painstakingly restored work now in ruins.
"Oh, this is just great! I worked so hard on that!!" he exclaimed with wide eyes, panic evident in his voice as the realization of the destruction unfolded before him.
The sound of shattered windows echoed, and Sallie watched as Filipino assailants leaped through, opening fire. Swiftly evading the incoming bullets, Sallie leaped out to the ground, quickly regaining his footing. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the stairs, seeking refuge and a strategic advantage against the relentless pursuit.
Reaching the second floor, Sallie was confronted by locked barrels of the criminal group, and they immediately opened fire. Reacting swiftly, he sought refuge behind the nearby walls, narrowly avoiding the hail of bullets that threatened to hit him. The chaos unfolded, and Sallie assessed his options for the next move.
Trapped and being chased on the second floor, Sallie frantically scanned his surroundings, desperately seeking an escape route. With the criminal group closing in from one side and locked doors on the other, he assessed the limited options available amidst the tense pursuit.
Sallie heard the shattering of windows in front of the approaching group. In a split-second realization, he spotted a flashbang grenade hurtling toward him. Instinctively, he covered his eyes, bracing for the blinding impact as the grenade detonated, temporarily disorienting both him and the criminal group in a burst of intense light and sound.
Blindly running, eyes covered with his arm, Sallie ascended to the top floor, tears streaming down his face after being exposed to the blinding light from the flashbang. The disorientation and urgency guided his movements as he sought refuge on the uppermost level, desperately trying to outpace the chaos unraveling behind him.
The criminal group, undeterred by the flashbang, swiftly pursued Sallie up the stairs, their determined footsteps echoing in the pursuit of their target. The chase intensified, adding a palpable tension to the already chaotic situation unfolding within the vacant hotel.
Shaking his head to dispel the disorientation, Sallie wiped away the lingering tears. As the effects wore off, his vision gradually returned to normal, and he could feel the weight of his heavy footsteps echoing on the final floor.
Standing still, Sallie strained to hear the voices from below before making a quick decision. He ran to a door appearing to be his room next to a window at the edge of the walls.
Opening the door with caution, Sallie swiftly closed it behind him, his senses heightened by the multitude of footsteps echoing in the hallway and the frantic native voices emanating from within the walls. The enclosed space became a refuge, albeit temporary, as he contemplated the escalating tension outside the room.
Spotting a wooden cabinet beside the mattress, Sallie acted quickly, opening it to reveal a black metallic briefcase and his revolver-shaped C.A.D. His fingers instinctively sought the familiar grip of the device, the metallic coolness providing a sense of reassurance amid the unfolding chaos.
Grasping his suitcase and C.A.D, Sallie leaned his back against the walls next to the door, keenly aware of the escalating intensity outside. The sound of pounding and forceful kicks reverberated through the door, and as he glanced beside him, a crack became visible, offering a glimpse into the impending breach by the relentless pursuers.
Sallie's eyes locked onto his briefcase, a spark of realization flashing across his face. As the relentless assault on the door continued, he harbored a calculated idea.
Closing his eyes, Sallie focused his energy, and a bright blue light emitted from below him. Thick circle lines surrounded him as he harnessed the power within. His gaze shifted towards his black briefcase, well aware of its concealed Casting Assistant Device. The briefcase responded, encircling itself with a sequence of random numbers before blinking brightly in a vibrant blue hue. The atmosphere crackled with potential as the room became charged with an otherworldly energy.
The noise within the room intensified as Sallie immersed himself in a magical ritual facilitated by the advanced technology of his Casting Assistant Devices. Rapidly, random numbers encircled him, intertwined with bright blue lights that whirled like a frenzied tornado, enveloping both him and the C.A.Ds in a symphony of mystical energy. The convergence of magic and technology created a spectacle within the confines of the room, hinting at the extraordinary forces he was about to unleash.
The random numbers, infused with mystical energy, began to possess his briefcase, infiltrating its essence. As the briefcase blinked with a radiant white light, the room echoed with the sound of shattered sparkles. In an instant, a surreal transformation unfolded as the briefcase, now charged with magical properties, seemingly disappeared, leaving an air of mystique and anticipation in its wake.
The room resonated with the response, "Charge complete," as both Casting Assistant Devices in the room, along with the magical briefcase, reached full power. The atmosphere crackled with energy, signaling that Sallie was now armed with the full potential of the charged devices.
A temporary silence enveloped the room before the tranquility shattered with a loud gunshot. The doorknob succumbed to the hail of bullets, the powerful impact leaving it broken. A forceful kick followed, sending the shattered doorknob skidding across the floor. The breach was imminent, and Sallie readied himself for the impending confrontation.
As the assailants forcefully entered, the door collapsing to the floor, Sallie's metallic briefcase suddenly lit up, its newfound lightness evident as he swung it at the nearest gunman with a powerful hit. The impact was staggering, a strong pulse emanating from the briefcase, sending the assailant reeling back into the men behind him. The force was so intense that it shattered the wall upon impact.
In a swift and calculated move, Sallie manipulated his Casting Assistant Device (C.A.D). The device responded by generating a powerful burst of energy that enveloped the metallic briefcase. Sallie then threw the magically enhanced briefcase towards the criminal on his left. The assailant, now unwittingly carrying an enchanted anvil, found himself squished under its formidable magical weight.
Simultaneously, the criminal on Sallie's right retaliated with a shot. Anticipating the danger, Sallie activated his C.A.D, causing his body to blink like white light and seamlessly disappear. The bullet meant for him instead hit the wall.
With precise control, Sallie reappeared, his C.A.D still active, and swiftly shot the remaining assailant in the head. The impact knocked him back, leaving a trail of chaos in Sallie's wake as he efficiently dealt with the immediate threats.
Madly dashing downstairs after swiftly retrieving his magically enhanced briefcase, Sallie skillfully evaded the barrage of bullets from the assailants wielding assault rifles. His agile movements, coupled with the advanced capabilities of his magical technology, allowed him to navigate the onslaught with finesse. The assailants, momentarily confounded by his swift escape, found themselves unable to keep up as Sallie made a determined dash to safety.
Sallie, displaying agility and tactical prowess, leaped over the stairs, opting to descend to the previous floor rather than run through it. As he landed, the assailants guarding the floor awaited his arrival, scanning left and right, weapons at the ready, anticipating the next move in this perilous cat-and-mouse pursuit.
Harnessing the latent magic within, Sallie focused his concentration on the metallic briefcase, initiating a complex sequence of arcane gestures. As she delved into the esoteric energies, the briefcase responded with a mesmerizing display – swirling circles of ethereal blue light enveloped the once mundane object. In an enchanting transformation, it vanished from sight, undergoing a metamorphic journey before materializing into a new, enigmatic form.
In a calculated move, Sallie wielded his newly transformed Casting Assistant Device (C.A.D), now resembling a sleek, intricately designed revolver with arcane symbols etched into its surface. The precision of his throw was evident as the device soared through the air, tracing a mesmerizing path before colliding with the guarded criminals. Upon impact, the C.A.D erupted in a burst of magical energy, mimicking the force of a concussion grenade.
The resulting explosion created a disorienting shockwave, a cacophony of dazzling lights and ethereal echoes that momentarily incapacitated the assailants. Sallie seized this opportune moment, the chaotic aftermath of her magical intervention providing a strategic advantage in the ongoing pursuit. The criminals, caught off guard and temporarily disoriented, found themselves vulnerable in the wake of Sallie's mystical prowess.
Exploiting the disoriented and concussed group on the third floor, Sallie, with practiced precision, deftly dropped a series of cluster grenades from his magically enhanced briefcase. The metallic spheres, imbued with mystical energy, descended like falling stars at the assailants' feet. The subsequent explosion was a symphony of chaos, scattering the already bewildered group as Sallie capitalized on the distraction to make his swift escape.
As Sallie reached the second floor, he opened his briefcase with swift precision to reequip his revolver-shaped Casting Assistant Device (C.A.D). A group of assailants emerged from both sides, weapons trained on him. In response, Sallie activated his C.A.D, initiating a fusion of ancient enchantments and cutting-edge technology. The device hummed to life, intricate symbols glowing on its surface as a cascade of pulsating blue light emanated from its core.
Upon pulling the trigger, the C.A.D released a surge of magical energy that manifested into an impenetrable magic wall, seamlessly blending the arcane with the technological. The shield enveloped Sallie, rendering him impervious to the assailants' gunfire. The attackers futilely discharged rounds at the ethereal barrier, their bullets unable to breach the protective shield. Undeterred, Sallie pressed forward, skillfully navigating the chaos, and leveraging the advantage provided by her advanced blend of magic and technology.
Sallie's briefcase illuminated as he swung it to the ground, generating an aftershock immediately after the magic wall disappeared. The assailants were knocked out by the sudden earthquake. Seizing the opportunity, another group of armed individuals fired at him from behind. In response, Sallie swiftly conjured a magic wall from his revolver-shaped C.A.D, directing it purposefully towards the attackers. The wall moved with precision, providing a shield against their gunfire as he made his escape to the ground floor.
Madly dashing towards the front entrance, Sallie was relentlessly pursued by a barrage of bullets from his brethren turned assailants. The chaotic symphony of gunfire echoed through the air as he navigated the perilous path to the exit, determined to evade the relentless pursuit and make his escape from the unfolding mayhem.
In a swift exit from the hotel, Sallie hurled his revolver-shaped C.A.D towards the entrance. The pursuing assailants, heedless of the impending peril, rushed towards the exit only to discover the ominous weapon lying on the ground. The air crackled with tension as a surge of arcane energy enveloped the C.A.D.
In a cataclysmic explosion reminiscent of a frag grenade, the blast erupted with a ferocious intensity, transforming the entrance into a chaotic inferno. The detonation unleashed a deadly shockwave that reverberated through the pursuing group, entwining them in a destructive ballet of fiery destruction. Screams were drowned out by the roar of the explosion, marking the assailants' relentless pursuit with an explosive and unequivocal end.
As the pursuers menacingly reappeared from the hotel, brandishing gleaming machetes and closing in, Sallie acted with swift precision. Activating his briefcase, he conjured a magic wall that enveloped him, forming a formidable protective barrier against the impending threat. Meanwhile, his C.A.D unleashed a relentless barrage of beam bullets, piercing through the magical wall without compromising its integrity.
The assailants, faced with a formidable defense and an unyielding counterattack, found their advance thwarted by Sallie's strategic use of advanced magical technology. The air crackled with the residual energy of the onslaught as Sallie maintained a calculated defense, skillfully combining magical prowess with technological finesse to repel the machete-wielding assailants.
Amidst the onslaught, numerous Filipino assailants appeared from the broken windows of the hotel, firing a barrage of bullets at Sallie. Reacting swiftly, he leaned his back against the magical walls generated by his briefcase, creating a protective barrier. Seated behind this magical defense, Sallie braced himself against the relentless gunfire.
Suddenly, someone new entered the scene, In their hands, a rocket-propelled grenade was launched with precision, detonating in a cataclysmic blast. The explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the group, shattering the windows and engulfing the surroundings in chaos. Smoke billowed, obscuring the once-clear battlefield.
As chaos unfolded, a smoke grenade materialized in front of Sallie, releasing a dense veil of smoke that swiftly enveloped the immediate area. The obscurity created by the smoke added a layer of concealment, shrouding Sallie in a protective haze, rendering his movements elusive and heightening the uncertainty for those attempting to navigate the smokescreen.
Amidst the turmoil, the resonant roar of a motorcycle captured Sallie's attention. Turning towards the source, he observed a figure clad in a kimono outfit, donning a helmet.
"Let's go," the man in the kimono spoke in Japanese, his voice cutting through the chaos.
"What? I don't understand you!!!" Sallie exclaimed, frustration evident in his tone.
"I said get in!!" The man in the kimono switched to English, urgency underscoring his words.
Reacting quickly, Sallie manipulated the magical sequence embedded in his briefcase, deactivating the magical defense as the protective wall slowly disappeared. Without a moment's hesitation, he raced to the back seat of the motorcycle, a sleek machine with a mysterious allure, ready to make a swift escape with his enigmatic rescuer.
The motorcycle's powerful engine roared to life as the mysterious rider deftly manipulated the throttle, propelling Sallie away from the tumultuous scene. The wheels spun with a rapid intensity, the scent of burnt rubber mingling with the acrid residue of gun smoke. The elusive duo, pursued by Filipino assailants, navigated the labyrinthine streets with a balletic grace.
Gunfire erupted from behind, a symphony of echoing shots seeking to disrupt their escape. However, the motorcycle's nimble agility proved to be a formidable adversary. Bullets whizzed through the air, narrowly missing their mark as the duo expertly maneuvered through the urban landscape.
As the city lights blurred into streaks of luminescence, the pursuing assailants found themselves outmatched. The motorcycle, a streak of defiance against the encroaching danger, accelerated into the night. The sounds of pursuit gradually faded into the distance, eclipsed by the engine's thunderous roar. Sallie and his mysterious rescuer became spectral figures, disappearing into the shadows, leaving the chaos and danger behind in a swirling vortex of dust and uncertainty.