Ch-02 (Space Sherif)
The battlefield was eerily still, the alien's grotesque remains smoldering in the moonlight. The oppressive weight of terror had lifted, but the silence felt heavy, almost unnatural. Ichika stood motionless, his chest heaving, unable to tear his eyes away from the monster's lifeless, bisected form.
Gavan, the silver warrior, swayed where he stood. His breaths were shallow, ragged, and each movement seemed to cost him dearly. The sapphire blade, which had once pulsed with brilliant energy, slipped from his grasp and sank into the dirt. He staggered backward, the weight of his injuries finally catching up with him.
Ichika's eyes widened in alarm. "Hey! Are you okay?" he called out, his voice trembling.
Gavan didn't respond. His armor bore deep scratches and dents from the battle, and dark stains of blood seeped through the fabric beneath. He clutched at his side, his knees buckling as he let out a faint groan.
"Stay… alert…" Gavan rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. The translator device at his waist crackled, struggling to convert his words. "More could… come…" His legs gave way, and before Ichika could react, the warrior collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"Wait! No, no, no…" Ichika muttered, rushing to Gavan's side. He knelt down, his hands hovering uncertainly. The man was still breathing, but it was faint, each rise and fall of his chest slower than the last. Ichika bit his lip, panic threatening to overwhelm him.
He looked around, the devastation of the battlefield sinking in. Smoke still drifted from the remains of the spaceship in the distance, and the charred earth bore scars of the violent clash. The alien was dead, but Gavan's warning echoed in his mind. What if there were more out there?
Ichika clenched his fists, willing himself to stay calm. Dan's words replayed in his mind: Even if your hands shake, even if your knees buckle—just act. Gavan had saved him, had fought with everything he had to protect both of them. Now it was Ichika's turn to step up.
"I can't leave you here," he murmured, looking down at the unconscious warrior. His gaze shifted to the strange, alien device attached to Gavan's belt, still faintly humming with energy. Ichika hesitated, then carefully unlatched it. It looked like it might hold answers—maybe even a way to call for help.
Determined, Ichika stood, glancing once more at the dark forest around them. He knew he couldn't stay here, not with Gavan in this state and potential dangers lurking. Somehow, he would have to carry the injured warrior to safety—or at least find somewhere they could regroup and plan their next move.
As he bent down to lift Gavan, he couldn't help but wonder: was this the moment everything changed? For better or worse, he had no choice now but to move forward.
As Ichika knelt beside the unconscious Gavan, trying to figure out what to do next, a sharp sound pierced the heavy silence.
"Beep. Beep."
Ichika's head snapped toward the source of the noise—the spaceship. The same craft from which Gavan had emerged now emitted a steady, mechanical chime, accompanied by the faint flicker of lights along its damaged hull. At first, Ichika tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the battered warrior at his side. But then something caught his eye.
A faint green light was blinking on the arm of Gavan's armor. Ichika stared at it, his heart pounding. The glow seemed synchronized with the sound from the ship, as though the two were somehow connected. The light pulsed rhythmically, steady and insistent, almost as if… it was calling.
Ichika hesitated, torn between his fear and his growing sense of responsibility. He couldn't shake the feeling that the ship wanted the silver warrior back inside. The hum of the ship grew more pronounced, resonating in the still night air, and the blinking light on Gavan's armor seemed to intensify, urging action.
Summoning his courage, Ichika looked down at Gavan's pale, unconscious form. Whatever connection existed between the ship and its pilot—it was alive, purposeful. Ichika couldn't ignore it. With trembling hands, he prepared to do what he could to get Gavan—and himself—back to the safety of the mysterious vessel.
Koto City, Japan
The restaurant buzzed quietly with the low hum of conversations and soft clinking of silverware. Chifuyu Orimura sat with a composed air, her sharp gaze occasionally glancing out of the window as the city lights flickered against the evening sky. Across from her, Maya Yamada stirred her tea delicately, her warm smile a gentle contrast to Chifuyu's formidable demeanor.
"You've been working overtime again, haven't you?" Maya ventured, her tone light but curious. "Honestly, Chifuyu, I don't know how you manage to handle the students, the administration, and everything else without collapsing."
Chifuyu didn't look up from her plate, her voice even as she responded. "It's not as difficult as you make it sound. When you set clear expectations and enforce them, everything else falls into place."
Maya chuckled softly. "I'm pretty sure your students see you as a drill sergeant, not just a teacher. They look like they're marching into battle every time they enter the classroom."
Chifuyu allowed herself a faint smirk but said nothing, taking a measured sip of her tea. Her presence radiated a quiet authority that left little room for argument. Maya, undeterred, leaned forward slightly.
"You could let me help more, you know," Maya offered, her voice tinged with genuine concern. "You don't always have to carry everything on your shoulders. You'll burn out at this rate."
Chifuyu's gaze shifted to Maya, her eyes sharp but not unkind. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm fine. If I needed help, I'd ask for it." Her tone was resolute, a subtle reminder that she was not one to rely on others unless absolutely necessary.
The conversation paused as the sound of the television in the corner of the restaurant rose, catching both their attention. The newscaster's voice broke through the quiet hum.
"This just in—reports of a meteor impact near the mountain region by a residential area. Authorities are investigating the site, though initial accounts are scarce. We'll provide updates as they come in."
Chifuyu's calm expression faltered for the briefest of moments, her sharp eyes narrowing as she processed the words. A sense of unease settled over her. The mountains… near our house. The thought struck her like a jolt.
Reaching into her pocket, she retrieved her phone and dialled a number quickly, her jaw tightening as the line began to ring. Maya watched her, concern growing.
"Chifuyu, is something wrong?" Maya asked gently.
Chifuyu didn't answer immediately, her focus fixed on the phone. The line rang, each tone sharpening her apprehension. Finally, she muttered under her breath, "Come on, Ichika… pick up."
The soft hum of the blinking green light on Gavan's armor guided Ichika forward, his heart pounding with every hesitant step. The ship loomed ahead of him, its sleek and jagged structure glinting faintly under the moonlight. Smoke and steam hissed from its battered hull, creating an eerie, almost alive presence. The rhythmic beep from inside grew louder as Ichika approached the open doorway.
He glanced back at Gavan, still unconscious and slumped against a boulder, then turned his attention back to the ship. The light on the warrior's armor continued to pulse in perfect synchronization with the sounds emanating from within. It felt… intentional, like a beckoning hand reaching out to him.
Ichika swallowed hard and forced his legs to move forward. The interior of the ship was dimly lit, illuminated only by faint, pulsating lights running along the walls in alien patterns. The air inside was cold and sterile, carrying an unnatural stillness that sent chills down his spine. He stepped cautiously, his footsteps echoing faintly against the metallic floor.
The ship's design was unlike anything he had ever seen—sleek yet unnerving, with twisting corridors that seemed to ripple as though alive. Panels on the walls displayed incomprehensible symbols and diagrams, the alien script glowing softly in shifting hues of green and blue. He hesitated at the threshold, his instincts screaming at him to turn back, but something deeper urged him to keep moving.
The beeping grew louder as Ichika moved deeper inside, guiding him toward a central chamber. He stepped into the room, and his breath caught in his throat. In the center was a strange, glowing console, its surface alive with swirling patterns of light. Hovering above it was a translucent orb, pulsating in rhythm with the ship's beeping sound. It was mesmerizing, yet unsettling, as though the ship itself was aware of his presence.
As Ichika's trembling hand hovered above the glowing orb, the chamber around him hummed to life. Lights flickered in alien patterns, growing brighter as the ship's systems rebooted. Panels illuminated with incomprehensible symbols, and a new image materialized on the main screen—a sleek emblem of a green flower encased within a metallic hexagon.
The orb spun faster, its light intensifying, and suddenly, a voice filled the room. Calm yet precise, it resonated with a confidence that was both reassuring and unnerving. "Systems reactivated. I am P3NN3Y—Third Generation Personal Neural Nexus for Emergency Yield."
Ichika blinked, startled by the introduction. The voice carried an almost melodic tone, but its clarity and sharpness hinted at its advanced nature. The green flower on the screen pulsed softly in sync with the AI's speech.
"You are aboard Cargo Vessel Unit Z-17, under the service of Gavan, Space Sheriff of the Galactic Order from Planet Bird. Current status: Sheriff incapacitated. Vital signs stable but critical." The voice paused, then continued with a slightly softer tone. "You appear to be unfamiliar with this environment. How may I assist you?"
Ichika hesitated, his thoughts swirling between confusion and urgency. "I… I don't know. What am I supposed to do? Gavan's hurt. He—he needs help."
The emblem shifted slightly as P3NN3Y responded, the green flower glowing brighter. "Sheriff Gavan requires immediate stabilization. The ship is equipped with advanced medical facilities. I recommend transporting him aboard and initiating recovery protocols."
Ichika looked back toward the ship's entrance where Gavan lay unconscious, his breathing shallow. The AI's presence added another layer of strangeness to an already surreal situation, but Ichika realized he didn't have any other options. "Alright," he muttered, steeling himself. "I'll bring him inside."
As Ichika's phone buzzed in his pocket, he glanced nervously at the AI interface glowing within the ship. The green flower emblem pulsed steadily, as if monitoring him. Clearing his throat, Ichika muttered, "I need to take this call. I'll be back."
P3NN3Y's calm, melodic voice responded, "Understood. Treatment protocols for Guardian Gavan are in progress. Return as necessary."
Ichika nodded hastily and stepped out of the ship, the crisp night air wrapping around him like a silent reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded. His thoughts swirled with the surreal events as he held the phone in his hand, staring at the name on the screen—Chifuyu Orimura. Letting out a deep breath, he swiped to answer.
"Hello?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Chifuyu's authoritative tone cut through immediately. "Ichika. Are you alright? I saw the news about the meteor strike near the mountains. It looked close to home. What happened?"
Ichika hesitated, his mind racing for a plausible explanation. He couldn't tell her the truth—not about the alien, Gavan, or the ship. The thought of trying to explain any of it seemed impossible, and the last thing he wanted was to worry her. "I—I'm fine," he said quickly, his voice tinged with nervousness. "I was in my room, working on homework, when I suddenly heard a loud crash. It shook the house a bit, but… nothing serious."
There was a pause on the line, and Ichika could almost feel Chifuyu's sharp gaze scrutinizing his words, even from miles away. "Homework?" she repeated, her tone slightly skeptical. "It's almost suspicious how calm you sound. Are you sure nothing's going on?"
Ichika swallowed hard, forcing himself to sound convincing. "Yeah, nothing's wrong. It's just… the crash was loud and caught me off guard, that's all. Maybe it really was a meteor or something. The news said it hit the mountains, right?"
Chifuyu's voice softened slightly, though the underlying edge of concern remained. "Alright. But stay alert, Ichika. I don't like the sound of this. If you notice anything unusual—anything at all—you call me immediately. Got it?"
"Got it," Ichika replied, his grip tightening on the phone.
With a curt farewell, Chifuyu ended the call, leaving Ichika standing in the quiet darkness, the weight of his lie pressing down on him. He turned back toward the ship, his heart pounding as he steeled himself to re-enter the surreal world awaiting him inside.
Ichika ended the call, exhaling deeply as he slid his phone back into his pocket. The weight of his lie lingered in his mind, but he shook it off and turned toward the ship. The faint hum emanating from within was oddly inviting now, no longer as intimidating as before. Steeling himself, he climbed the ramp and re-entered the alien vessel.
As Ichika stood by the medical bed, watching the advanced machinery work on Gavan's injuries, his eyes once again drifted to the wounded leg wrapped in the shimmering alien plaster. Despite the cutting-edge technology assisting the healing process, it was evident that this injury wasn't going to mend overnight.
"P3NN3Y," Ichika called, his voice carrying a mix of concern and curiosity. "How long will it take for his leg to fully recover?"
The green flower emblem on the console pulsed softly as P3NN3Y responded. "Guardian Gavan's right leg has sustained extensive damage requiring natural recovery. While augmented stabilization is in place, full regeneration is projected to take approximately one Earth month. Mobility will remain restricted during this period."
Ichika frowned, glancing at the unconscious warrior. A month seemed like an eternity given everything that had happened tonight. "Will he be okay in the meantime? I mean, what if something happens before his leg heals?"
"Guardian Gavan's injuries are being closely monitored," P3NN3Y reassured, its tone unwavering. "His condition is stable, and the protective plaster compound will prevent further damage while aiding cellular regeneration. With proper care, he can resume limited activity as recovery progresses."
Ichika let out a slow breath, the weight of the situation pressing on him. He hadn't asked to be involved in this, but now he felt an undeniable sense of responsibility. Gavan had risked everything to fight that alien and had saved his life in the process. The least he could do was ensure the warrior made it through the next month in one piece.
As the faint hum of the ship's systems filled the air, Ichika steeled himself. He didn't know what challenges might lie ahead, but he knew one thing for certain—he wasn't about to let Gavan face them alone.
The soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing Ichika's room in a warm, golden glow. He stirred restlessly in his bed, blinking at the ceiling as the memories of the previous day came flooding back. The crash, Gavan, the alien ship—it all felt like a dream, yet the faint hum from his phone on the nightstand confirmed otherwise.
Ichika sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His mind wandered to the night before, when Chifuyu had returned home late. He remembered her sharp gaze as she checked on him, scanning his room for any signs of trouble. Her words echoed faintly in his mind: "If anything's wrong, you call me immediately. Got it?" He had assured her he was fine, but the truth was far more complicated.
A flashback played in his mind, pulling him back to the ship's medical bay. Gavan had remained unconscious on the bed, his steady breathing the only reassurance that he was recovering. The AI, P3NN3Y, had approached Ichika with a request.
*Flashback*
"To improve Guardian Gavan's recovery and enable continued assistance, access to this world's network is required," P3NN3Y had explained, its green flower pulsing softly on the console. "Connection via your planet's internet infrastructure will allow me to adapt and provide optimal support."
Ichika had hesitated, the weight of the request sinking in. He barely understood the ship, Gavan, or the AI—how could he trust them with access to his world's technology? "I don't know," he had muttered, his brow furrowing. "I mean, I'm still figuring all of this out. I don't even know who—or what—you really are."
P3NN3Y's calm voice had responded, its tone unwavering. "Your assistance thus far has proven critical. However, further resources are necessary to ensure Guardian Gavan's survival. Connection to the network will not compromise your safety or privacy. This decision lies with you."
Ichika had stared at the console, torn between fear and a reluctant sense of responsibility. Gavan's life hung in the balance, and the AI's logic was undeniable. Taking a deep breath, he had finally relented. "Alright," he had said, pulling his smartphone from his pocket. "But please don't break my trust."
Using a c-type data cord provided by the ship, Ichika had connected his phone to the console. The green flower emblem had flickered briefly before transferring to his phone screen, replacing the alien interface with something familiar yet otherworldly. "Transfer complete," P3NN3Y had announced. "Integration successful."
*Flashback*
The flashback faded as Ichika returned to the present. He reached for his phone and tapped the screen, his heart racing as the green flower icon blinked to life. The AI's voice chimed softly, clear and melodic. "Success. Network integration complete. Monitoring systems operational."
Ichika stared at the screen, the surreal reality of his situation settling over him once more. He was now linked to something far beyond his understanding—an AI from an alien world, tied to a mysterious warrior whose fate rested in his hands.
The same soft sunlight filtered through Ichika's room as he sat at the kitchen table, poking idly at his breakfast. The house was quiet except for the sound of running water from the shower, where his sister Chifuyu was getting ready for her day. Despite the ordinary start to the morning, Ichika's mind remained anything but calm, replaying the events of the previous night over and over.
As he chewed absentmindedly on his toast, his phone buzzed beside him. Glancing at the screen, he saw the familiar green flower icon of P3NN3Y blinking softly. Taking a breath, he picked up the phone and answered.
"Good morning, Ichika," P3NN3Y's melodic voice greeted him, steady and calm. "I trust you slept well."
Ichika hesitated, setting his toast down. "Morning… Yeah, I guess. What's going on?"
"I've taken steps to address potential complications regarding Guardian Gavan's presence," P3NN3Y began, the flower pulsing gently on the screen. "To ensure his safety and avoid suspicion, I have modified your planet's information database."
Ichika furrowed his brow. "What do you mean, modified?"
"Guardian Gavan has been officially registered as a citizen of Japan," P3NN3Y explained matter-of-factly. "He is now identified as a half-Japanese, half-European resident. This adjustment eliminates the risk of questions arising regarding his presence while he remains on Earth."
Ichika froze, the weight of the words sinking in. "Wait—you added him to the database? Like… as if he's one of us?"
"Correct," P3NN3Y affirmed. "This measure ensures that Guardian Gavan's presence is regarded as natural within your society. It is a precaution to maintain both his safety and yours."
Ichika leaned back in his chair, conflicted. He wasn't sure how he felt about the AI's ability to manipulate information like this, but he couldn't deny the practicality of it. "I don't know," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess if it keeps him safe, it's worth it."
"Your trust is appreciated," P3NN3Y replied warmly. "Is there anything you require assistance with before your school day commences?"
Ichika shook his head instinctively, though he realized P3NN3Y couldn't see him. "No, I think I'm fine for now."
"Understood," P3NN3Y said. "I will remain accessible via this device should you require further support."
As the call ended, Ichika stared at his phone screen, the green flower icon fading slightly. His thoughts swirled with the surreal nature of his reality, but there was no denying that life was going to be very different from now on. He finished his breakfast as the sound of Chifuyu stepping out of the bathroom broke his reverie.
"Good morning, Sister" Ichika Greets.
The morning sun climbed higher into the sky as Ichika sprinted through the dense underbrush toward the crash site. His breath came in sharp gasps, and his heart pounded against his chest. The events of the previous night still played vividly in his mind—the alien ship, Gavan, P3NN3Y. He had to see it again; to reassure himself it wasn't just some bizarre dream.
As the trees thinned, the familiar clearing came into view, and Ichika skidded to a halt, his shoes kicking up dirt. But what he saw stopped him cold. Where the alien ship had once stood, there was now only a massive, jagged rock nestled in the crater. The ground was still scorched and uneven from the impact, but the unmistakable silhouette of the advanced spacecraft was gone.
Ichika stared, his mind racing to make sense of it. "What…?" he whispered to himself, his voice barely audibles over the rustling leaves and distant birdsong. The clearing looked ordinary now—deceptively so, as though the events of the previous night had been erased.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and quickly unlocked it. The green flower emblem of P3NN3Y flickered to life on the screen. "P3NN3Y!" Ichika exclaimed. "What's going on? The ship—it's gone!"
The AI's calm voice responded instantly. "The ship is not gone, Ichika. It remains in the exact location you are standing."
Ichika frowned, glancing back at the massive rock dominating the crater. "But… there's just this rock here. How is that possible?"
"The Cargo Vessel Unit employs advanced cloaking technology," P3NN3Y explained, the flower pulsing gently as it spoke. "To avoid detection by external parties, the ship's external appearance has been disguised to blend with its surroundings. What you perceive as a rock is merely the cloaked exterior of the ship."
Ichika let out a slow breath, his initial panic giving way to awe—and a bit of annoyance. "You could've warned me about this," he muttered, stepping closer to the rock-like structure. Tentatively, he reached out to touch it, half expecting his hand to pass through it. Instead, he was met with the smooth, cool surface of alien metal beneath the illusion.
"My apologies," P3NN3Y replied. "Ensuring the safety and concealment of the vessel was a priority. I deemed it unnecessary to inform you until your return."
Ichika rolled his eyes but couldn't deny the logic. "Alright, fine. But next time, maybe let me know so I don't think I'm losing my mind."
The green flower flickered faintly, almost as if in agreement. Ichika stepped back, shaking his head with a mixture of disbelief and grudging admiration for the technology. Despite the strange turn of events, he knew one thing for certain—there was no going back to normal after this.
Ichika stepped cautiously into the cloaked ship, the hum of its advanced systems surrounding him like a living presence. The medical bay glowed softly, its sterile light reflecting off the sleek panels. As he entered, his gaze immediately landed on the bed where Gavan had been lying unconscious. To Ichika's surprise, the Space Sheriff was awake.
Sitting upright, Gavan was examining the shimmering plaster encasing his injured right leg. His fingers traced its surface with calm precision, his expression thoughtful. Ichika took a hesitant step closer, feeling the weight of the moment. "You're awake," he said, breaking the silence.
Gavan's piercing blue eyes shifted to Ichika; his face unreadable. Then, he spoke—but instead of familiar words, a strange, melodic language filled the air. "Trei'ena fal'quros a'zeh? Nu'Varen yel lo'sah." The sounds were fluid yet resonant, each syllable carrying an unnatural harmony that sent chills down Ichika's spine.
Ichika froze, the alien words washing over him as his mind struggled to decipher them. "Uh… I don't understand," he stammered, his voice faltering. "What… what did you say?"
The green flower emblem of P3NN3Y blinked to life on a nearby console, its calm voice breaking the tension. "Apologies. Guardian Gavan's initial response was in his native tongue, Valen. Translating now." The AI paused briefly before continuing in clear Japanese, "The Guardian expressed surprise at your presence and gratitude for your actions."
Gavan glanced at the AI, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he switched to speaking Japanese. "Forgive me," he said, his voice steady but hoarse. "Instinct took over. I see I owe you my thanks. You brought me here and ensured my survival."
Ichika nodded awkwardly, still processing the alien words that had preceded the conversation. "Uh, yeah," he said. "I guess I did. But it wasn't just me—your AI, P3NN3Y, she guided me through everything."
Gavan gave a small nod, his expression softening slightly. "Then my gratitude extends to you both. You acted when it mattered. That speaks to your courage."
Ichika shifted awkwardly, watching as the once-mysterious warrior sitting on the medical bed turned his piercing blue eyes toward him. For a moment, neither spoke, and Ichika felt the weight of the silence pressing on him. Finally, the blonde man broke it, speaking in Japanese. His voice was calm, carrying a certain weight of authority.
"You have acted with courage and kindness," he said, his tone measured. "But I believe introductions are in order."
Ichika nodded, the initial tension in his shoulders easing into curiosity. "Yeah, that makes sense," he replied, stepping closer. "I'm Ichika Orimura. I live not far from here… well, as you can probably tell, things are usually pretty normal for me—until last night, at least."
The warrior's lips curved into a faint smile, one that softened his otherwise serious expression. "Ichika Orimura," he repeated, as though committing the name to memory. "You may call me Jaune Arc. I am a Space Sheriff affiliated with the Universal Order from Planet Bird. My home world, however, is Remnant."
Ichika blinked, his eyes widening as he processed the information. "Jaune Arc?" he echoed, tilting his head slightly. "Planet Bird? And Remnant… That's… well, a lot to take in."
Jaune nodded, his composure unwavering. "I can imagine this must all feel overwhelming. Your world is far removed from the conflicts that plague the Universal Order. I did not intend to bring such chaos to your doorstep."
Ichika frowned slightly, crossing his arms as he leaned against a nearby console. "Planet Remnant… That's your home, right? So how did you end up working with a group from another planet? And what even is a Space Sheriff?"
Jaune's face softened, a flicker of nostalgia passing through his gaze as he leaned back slightly. His eyes shifted to the glowing green flower emblem of P3NN3Y on the nearby console. "Remnant is a peaceful world," he began, his voice steady. "But not all corners of the universe share that peace. The Universal Order oversees the protection of planetary systems, ensuring law and order wherever chaos seeks to spread. Space Sheriffs, like myself, are sworn to uphold that mission."
Ichika furrowed his brow. "So you left your home to join… what, an intergalactic police force?"
Jaune allowed a small nod. "Precisely. While I hail from Planet Remnant, my duty brought me to Planet Bird, the central headquarters of the Space Sheriffs. It serves as the operational hub for coordinating our efforts across the universe. From training recruits to managing assignments, it ensures the Order's mission remains intact."
Ichika's curiosity sparked further as he leaned forward. "So it's like a base for universal cops, then? And you've been traveling between planets to deal with… what, criminals?"
Jaune's lips curved again, though his expression remained serious. "It is a responsibility I accepted willingly. The universe is vast, and with that expanse comes danger. Space Sheriffs are tasked with ensuring that peace prevails, no matter how far we must go."
Ichika exhaled slowly, overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of Jaune's words. His world had always felt so small, so ordinary, and yet here he was talking to someone whose life revolved around missions that spanned the universe. It was awe-inspiring—and more than a little terrifying.
Jaune's piercing gaze returned to him, though his tone softened as he spoke. "You have questions, I'm sure. And perhaps doubts. This is natural, given your circumstances. But rest assured, Ichika Orimura, I will do everything in my power to ensure the safety of your world."
Ichika met Jaune's gaze, the weight of his words settling over him. He nodded, his initial unease giving way to a faint determination. Whatever lay ahead, he had a feeling his life was about to change forever.
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