Magi of the Rote Mäntel were fighting against Yukiko inside a completely abandoned building. They had waited for the right moment to kill her, Berserker wasn't with her and surely thirty well-trained magi would have had no problem against such a young magus.
Yukiko, however, didn't even injure herself, she remained in the outbreak of the battle for a good half hour but nobody was able to touch her and in the meantime she had killed more than half of the men. Magic bullets flew left and right, a man in his forties tried to prevent Yukiko's advance but was beheaded with a kick, his head was then used to hit another magus which, as soon as he found that head in his hands, he had a panic attack and ran away, Yukiko tripped him and then broke his chest trampling his ribs. A man, nearby, heard the sound of broken bones and looked for the nearest escape route.
The girl saw a magus try to open a door, she went to him and attacked with the bare hand on the chin and split his neck then kicked him and broke the door with his body.
The magi of the German organization were decimated, only one remained who hid inside a closet but Yukiko still managed to find him, broke the door and pulled out the man in tears who pleaded:
« Have mercy! Have mercy! All I ask is mercy! »
« Give me a reason. I killed your friends, why would I spare the last of thirty filthy worms without dignity? »
« I can help you! I can spy on your behalf, I swear! I will serve you faithfully! »
« Really? »
« Ye-yes! I swear! I will serve you faithfully like a dog! »
« What do you think, Berserker? »
Yukiko's Servant appeared behind her.
Yukiko, however, didn't even injure herself, she remained in the outbreak of the battle for a good half hour but nobody was able to touch her and in the meantime she had killed more than half of the men. Magic bullets flew left and right, a man in his forties tried to prevent Yukiko's advance but was beheaded with a kick, his head was then used to hit another magus which, as soon as he found that head in his hands, he had a panic attack and ran away, Yukiko tripped him and then broke his chest trampling his ribs. A man, nearby, heard the sound of broken bones and looked for the nearest escape route.
The girl saw a magus try to open a door, she went to him and attacked with the bare hand on the chin and split his neck then kicked him and broke the door with his body.
The magi of the German organization were decimated, only one remained who hid inside a closet but Yukiko still managed to find him, broke the door and pulled out the man in tears who pleaded:
« Have mercy! Have mercy! All I ask is mercy! »
« Give me a reason. I killed your friends, why would I spare the last of thirty filthy worms without dignity? »
« I can help you! I can spy on your behalf, I swear! I will serve you faithfully! »
« Really? »
« Ye-yes! I swear! I will serve you faithfully like a dog! »
« What do you think, Berserker? »
Yukiko's Servant appeared behind her.
« Why are you asking for my opinion, Master? »
« This being belongs to the same race as the people you swore to protect. They're humans. Humans are all the same, they always seem worthy of protection but they hide snake venom in their hearts. Everyone remembers the fine achievements of humanity but nobody ever says that every monument is covered in blood, history is made up of injustices but we like to remember only what pleases us, what makes us less ashamed. This is hypocrisy. »
« I'm not following you. »
« It's easier for a human being to lecture you about a "villain" who killed millions than to remember that millions died before and even after in the name of empires, sovereigns, religions, knowledge and in the name of justice. Millions die and die, humanity's shame is hidden under the carpet, it prefers to ignore that accepting the undeniable truth that the human being, on balance, is a mistake that Nature has made. They're abortions. They were not to be born, they were not to exist. Was it a sad case or ... »
Yukiko took the man by the throat and lifted him from the ground, this poor man could not breathe, only strangled verses that seemed to beg were coming out of his mouth. Yukiko didn't give him a quick death, she seemed to experience a sadistic pleasure in seeing that man die slowly: his face was losing color, his eyes were losing lucidity and his hands were shaking trembling.
« Or are they bodies of flesh born only to destroy the world? They're diseases created by Nature to be able to end the Earth. A bit like viruses. Which of the two? Sad case or virus? »
« Just kill him, Master. »
« No. I don't want to miss this poetic moment. Life that leaves a body. The upper hand of death, the arrival of emptiness. Observe his eyes as they fall into the abyss, watch him lose his strength, the heat cools down, he will soon be no different from a doll. Tell me, Berserker, is it for these people you decided, in your legend, to wield the Holy Sword? You decided to protect a virus, didn't you, King of the Knights? »
« This being belongs to the same race as the people you swore to protect. They're humans. Humans are all the same, they always seem worthy of protection but they hide snake venom in their hearts. Everyone remembers the fine achievements of humanity but nobody ever says that every monument is covered in blood, history is made up of injustices but we like to remember only what pleases us, what makes us less ashamed. This is hypocrisy. »
« I'm not following you. »
« It's easier for a human being to lecture you about a "villain" who killed millions than to remember that millions died before and even after in the name of empires, sovereigns, religions, knowledge and in the name of justice. Millions die and die, humanity's shame is hidden under the carpet, it prefers to ignore that accepting the undeniable truth that the human being, on balance, is a mistake that Nature has made. They're abortions. They were not to be born, they were not to exist. Was it a sad case or ... »
Yukiko took the man by the throat and lifted him from the ground, this poor man could not breathe, only strangled verses that seemed to beg were coming out of his mouth. Yukiko didn't give him a quick death, she seemed to experience a sadistic pleasure in seeing that man die slowly: his face was losing color, his eyes were losing lucidity and his hands were shaking trembling.
« Or are they bodies of flesh born only to destroy the world? They're diseases created by Nature to be able to end the Earth. A bit like viruses. Which of the two? Sad case or virus? »
« Just kill him, Master. »
« No. I don't want to miss this poetic moment. Life that leaves a body. The upper hand of death, the arrival of emptiness. Observe his eyes as they fall into the abyss, watch him lose his strength, the heat cools down, he will soon be no different from a doll. Tell me, Berserker, is it for these people you decided, in your legend, to wield the Holy Sword? You decided to protect a virus, didn't you, King of the Knights? »
« My legend ...? » Berserker asked, confused.
« Forgive me, sometimes I forget that as Servant is difficult for you to understand the different paradoxes of this world. How can a legend be history? How can history be a legend? In the same way a human being can be innocent: ignoring his true face. »
Yukiko dropped the dead body.
« It's not enough, Berserker. We need the Holy Grail of Yggdrasil and the only one who can now give it to me is Alessandro Serpi. »
«How are you going to catch him? »
« I see that the Pain of Exile has not yet activated, well ... then I'll explain it in three words : by burning London. »
« Forgive me, sometimes I forget that as Servant is difficult for you to understand the different paradoxes of this world. How can a legend be history? How can history be a legend? In the same way a human being can be innocent: ignoring his true face. »
Yukiko dropped the dead body.
« It's not enough, Berserker. We need the Holy Grail of Yggdrasil and the only one who can now give it to me is Alessandro Serpi. »
«How are you going to catch him? »
« I see that the Pain of Exile has not yet activated, well ... then I'll explain it in three words : by burning London. »
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| Yukiko Kumahira by Bikowolf |
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