REDproject
Chapter 13: Entrance

The blade of the sword swung rhythmically with the user; splitting the void air around; slashing here and there firmly. Occasionally whirring slickly then ending up unsheathed. The leaves that were split became a silent witness to the activities of a blonde youth. Mint green eyes dunked around. Additional dark blue uniform omens the final grade Esquire tied around the waist, appearing a wet white T-shirt her burly chest printer.

Cancellation of the exam and no permission to carry out the task does not mean having to stay relaxed. Remembering and warming up the body will be a lesson. White magic was black, eradication was purification of creatures that should exist in different realms, all activities in this academy were almost entirely within an abnormal scope. But, that's the interesting part.

At least he was not alone, other disciples in the same uniform gathered in this garden. Reading books; paying attention to the manoeuvres of the Vermillion youth; training their respective abilities.

"You're getting better, Vermillion."

A compliment was heard, but it did not change the young man's huffed look. He boiled a long breath like something was troubling the mind.

Until a very noisy rumble sounded in tandem with a dim flash, carrying magenta navel procession in space. It was obvious that it was grinding a white highlight, the place where Ark was. Then the attention of all the students executed on the celestial streak, the fear mimic is clearly engraved on each individual. Quickly Jin stopped his training, reinserting his beloved sword—Frost Bite.

Seeing the suspicious movements of Jin, another young man gripped his pair of shirtless shoulders, slightly dampened by sweat. "He-heei Vermillion! Wanna go where? You crazy?! We are forbidden from leaving the academy, especially ... Something is not right!"

The one with the view just sighed stifled. "I have to look at the situation, I don't feel good."

"But, are you going to argue with Yukio?!"

"That son of a bitch is Vermillion!" This time the phonetics are roaring noisily. Followed by Jin's tall body crashing. It was not the young man holding his shoulder that floated a kick just now, it was his pick-up man all the way back when Jin was at the Ark's place.

The kick was loud enough that Jin was thrown, but the blond young man used it to spread his black wings. Flapping his wings, he shot higher. Green eyes looked towards the center of light, flew over and ignored the group of voices calling out. No other humans followed him, just some magic power and familiar. It seemed like this young man surnamed Vermillion alone had wings.

Swooping; speeding; dodging. "Great fumi!" A black explosion of smoke rises. It was so thick that it was covered in black. The familiar who followed Jin coughed until it subsided.

...-ooO-i...

"No! Don't fight him! Me, I want--"

"Sorry Apple, you need to stay safe." Yukio held back Apple who resisted; thrashed. With Yukianesa and Honjo Masamune on the left and right the girl created a box barier; invisibility; silencer; magic restraint. This man gave up both his swords to protect Apple.

The young man in black kept silent. If he wanted to attack or escape, this was his golden opportunity. But he stays there—doesn't know what he thinks—with dark eyes attached to Apple.

"So, I heard you left her ...," Yukio opened her mouth.

The wind rustle made the young man's black robe in front of a graceful stern, also Yukio's dark brown hair. The footing grass was so soft, it grew slapping as far as the eye could see. Trees grow regularly, arranged nicely by nature. It's beautiful—eh—when it's been slightly damaged and stained red. However, it may soon be changed more and more with blood or organs splattered.

"Why? You realize your existence is too dangerous for that girl, huh, REDstar? Or better known ... The Hope." Black eyes darted sharply towards Yukio's blue eyes, REDstar squinted.

Then Yukio chuckled after getting the attention of the black youth. Removing two other sword blades from inside a pocket enclosed in a thigh that could not even hold a bell. It's called Advent Bag—a bag dimensions—the storage limit is infinite. Ah, he's got another gun.

"Can you kill me?" The question of the young man is really ambiguous behind his flat accent soprano, whether it's a bluff or indeed a question.

Thin grins spread a challenging impression. Yukio tucked the Sacred Relic in the waist, while Adsvolution displayed first. A blue flame-covered tail poked out behind the Paladin's body, an additional two small flames at the top of the head like a pseudo horn. Alert with the owner's horses, the thin lips were lined loudly, "Either, want to try?"

Instantly Yukio was fifty inches ahead. Swinging the ferocious weapon while being blown away. The strange laughter from Yukio was terrible, is this the calmest person in the academy? It's scary that he's angry.

Trang!

The reflex repels Yukio's attack with a katana, across the face. Desing echoes clear, deafening. Blend together the roar of the wind that began to run wild. REDstar managed to address the niche of his neck from Yukio's heartless slash. Giving Yukio a boost, but the man is strong and his legs track the earth.

"Stop!" Apple screams in barrier. Free, will not be heard. The girl rushed out all the items in the advance bag, maybe someone can help her out.

REDstar darted, the speed of this young man was indeed beyond reason. Whether he is human or not is a big question. Yukio's blue eyes set out to follow, but to no avail. Restless began to hit the taste niche and what happened in the seconds after that was, the paladin's smooth chin had been pounding the grassy soil with tremendous pain on the back. The young man kicked him hard. Yukio's mouth opened as if she was about to scream. In fact, not a single wave of sound shakes came out.

Yukio was silent for quite a while until the all-black young man stepped closer. Moving suddenly, Yukio rolled over quickly. Adsvolution lodged in the other side of the waist, as well as horns and blue flames vanished from Yukio's body. He fired a smoke bullet after Magnum Caliber—one of the usual exorcism pistols—cocked.

The dense smoke gushed; making REDstar stagger back a few steps; actively shaking hands in front of the face meant to eliminate the enemy-made sight barrier in front. This middle-aged man is no longer able to use his beloved twin gun—Smith & Wesson 500 Magnum— the creator of euphoria. The gun ammunition is over.

Yukio had jumped away from there. It fills a special gun with a new bullet, it is a shock bullet that will conduct electricity when it comes into contact with an opponent. No gurgling pull the trigger, directed right at REDstar which is still busy by smoke.

The shaking of the hands stopped. He was aware of the arrival of a bullet of whatever kind, darting towards him. This young man intended to repel the attack using a katana because in his mind, this was just an ordinary bullet. But the estimate was wrong, it was an electric bullet that reacted after coming into contact with anything.

Bullet complaints with thin blades are heard, as are high-electric stings. REDstar's eyes were wide open; his body stiffened, the all-black youth collapsed with an intact consciousness; floundering stiffly; mute. While the katana that is held out of power, rolling not so far.

Yukio approached intimidatingly, "Huh, stupid." He re-cocked the firearm, aimed right at the heart of REDstar. The young man closed his eyes, as if resigned to the situation. Maybe ... Does he want to die?

Gun blasts sounded noisy, a sign the bullet had shot and was probably lodged in its target.

Yukio opened her eyes wide and it was clear that her pupils were shrinking. The bullet stopped right in front of REDstar's left chest. The pale petals of the young man rolled up, he himself seemed to be in disbelief at the sight of his eyes. So did the little girl's eyes. His eyes glittered like stars glancing at a glitter-like joke on a blue canvas. He looked straight at the bullet with his right eye. This is not the girl's view, is she ....

In such a way the ancient storybook Story about "RED" opens wide on the sheet to its thick, glowing lima. There was a young man on a hill in the forest and under a woman looking at him. Like in a thick forest. It was written very neatly: "After carrying out the task and meeting another angel, hope found a fairly quiet place in the small forest. Silent; secluded; where the sound of birds chirping is not heard; a place truly desired by the hope. 'I'll spend my day here without anyone.' In the moment when hope wanted to close its eyes and shut itself in silence, a human voice suddenly sounded. 'You're on your own, too?' A woman appeared right beside the hope. Where did he come from, what was that place and followed him here? How long will it be there? He doesn't know."

RedStar vanished from there in a blink of an eye. Yukio looked around, looking for the young man with Adsvolution who was again grasped. The fingers were tightly interlocked; the eyes stared alertly at all directions; prepared for any possible attack.

A dark silhouette moved over the hollow grass Yukio was treading. He looked up quickly and REDstar was darting from above, brandishing the katana; swooping down. Yukio turned her focus; looked up with a transverse sword; resisting REDstar's attack.

Desing deafened back roaring, resolutely sounding carried away by the wind.

These two men were both attacking and defending. Equally good at wrestling in the sword. With the speed of the young man, Yukio did not break into a spell. Even so, they were accurate melee attackers. No wounds, no blood. Both are equally good at maintaining the integrity of the body.

Yukio unsheathed, REDstar dodged. Penging struck when the two chose to attack simultaneously and the two iron blades collided.

REDstar slashed, Yukio firmly held on. Sparkling flames burst out at the complaints of two sharp blades. Even now, these two adam were fighting in the sky. Darting forward, determined as if to kill each other.

The Paladin grasped the sharp side of Adsvolution, gripping it firmly until blood flowed from the narrow slit of the epidermis of the palm. "Imposito Manus!" yukio Rapal. Adsvolution splits at the shoot, split in two. The Paladin pulled off one sword—Sacred Relic—which was quite worn out. He uses two swords now.

Yukio was much more alert than before. The wind rippled, gently pounding the normal-tissued skin of anyone. The sky dissolved in the magenta navel and the fight grew fiercer. Especially when Yukio returned to speed, his speed increased. Both refused to stop the attack. Left-right; deftly slashing; trying to carve a wound.

Yukio stomped on the REDstar katana, patting it far to the side as the opponent let his guard down. Then deftly unsheathed right on his left shoulder and smirked in satisfaction, "Because of you!"

REDstar choked with blood. Painful whack of muscles around the shoulder, sending impulses to the nerves. But his face was flat as if it was numb and not felt. Katana is still in her arms. Then change to look at the blood that gives a deep red stain on the black cloak of body insulation, the smell of rancid emanate clearly.

The wind roared wildly, jerking Yukio away. Adsvolution is forcibly uprooted and dispels the flying fine dust. REDstar was now confined to a barricade of gale-force winds thanks to the intense aura pressure. Turning around violently thumped Yukio's brown hair. The young man's spirit pressure was very strong, but Yukio still held on.

The wind slowly turned normal. A few minutes later, it turned quiet. The dust and the sharp leaves of the spruce are no longer royal. Leave Yukio and the distance-linked REDstar. Blue flames smouldered back into Yukio's body, not to burn even a thread of brown hair.

"Magnus Exorcimust!" Yukio held her hand up. A large blue magic circle appeared behind with twelve roman numerals scattered, like a clock in general. Yukio turns the weapon into a pistol, pointing at the number one with an antique carved musket.

"Cellarity!" A magic word that serves to speed up time. The remaining distance was two meters away. Katana moved vertically, sending a dark aura scattering against Yukio. The paladin dodged; it disappeared; it appeared within seconds just behind REDstar.

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

Not yet had REDstar dodged or realized the presence of Yukio, the Paladin with the power of the entire Job Exorcism was carrying three magic bullets at once, shoulder; stomach; chest. REDstar staggered for a moment—sad before turning—and was about to launch a counterattack.

Yukio floated away, the transparent magic watch had faithfully tailed. "Judex!" he said loudly, astral hands popped up around REDstar. Stretch for a moment, then start scavenging for air. Search for grip objects—REDstar.

The young man in black darted forward, intending to lash at Yukio. The katana had been firmly held, but was stopped by a no-man's arm clutching her together. Restraining movement. He thrashed, trying to escape with all his might while Yukio cocked the gun again and smiled cunningly while brandishing the weapon, ready to shoot REDstar's pale forehead.

The target did not stay still, the whirlwind again appeared increasingly large territory. Wholesale hand body stake. Dark fire destroyed them, so that they could move far more freely. REDstar shot again, bulldozing every hand that tried to pounce on him. Until he arrived in front of Yukio, even with gaping wounds here and there due to the claws of the arms earlier. Blood was flowing through his body, but it was ignored. Even the robes are not heeded.

REDstar swung the swift sword towards Yukio after previously expanding the range of the wind flutter in order to hinder the opponent's movement. Blood is back. Paladin could not grasp the sword and dispel the attack, a gaping wound was created in Yukio's body. Inflating the smell of rust typical viscous liquid painkiller.

REDstar stared ferociously, the black flames with the wind gushing from his sword into Yukio's body. It crept fast and began to devour every inch of the Paladin, obliterating the huge magic watch that had appeared in an instant. All Yukio could do was roar with grief, his eyes darkening.

Circumstances turn.

The same sword, he pulled again. Then plugged not far from the original stab wound—again and again—up to what Yukio was able to do was just breathing faltered, suffocated by pain.

After the sword stopped unsheathing and broke contact with the paladin, gravity suddenly disappeared in its power. The fresh blood-soaked raga slid down, plunging from a height of twenty meters.

Not accepting his prey escape from the torture, REDstar looked down by staring fiercely Yukio who began to die. Nosediving over the target, ready to provide one more source of pain there.

The sword again touched the part right in the middle of Yukio's stomach. REDstar accelerates to swoop. Fast, until both adam reached zero point of gravity. Yukio was in pain when this sharp blade attack felt even deeper, pressing right at the peak of the taste.

Debam rang out, where Yukio's back landed cultivating a niche deep enough.

The only paladin to cough up blood, quite a lot of volume. But he was still conscious, even though his gaze began to blur like a curtain of fog blocking. RedStar drew his sword, making Yukio groan in pain.

"It turns out you're not capable either." The black pantofel-clad leg floated, kicking the helpless body near the foot to hit a solid mapple tree. Yukio curled up in pain; coughing up blood many times; his vision grew blurry. Blood flowed from every hole in the black youth's body, but he did not care as if it was not felt. "I'm not dead."

Although in a state of being squeezed like this, Yukio had chuckled with the word mocked, "Why .. why not uhuk, mom-suicide only. Huh uh?!"

REDstar glared, incessantly kicking Yukio's limp body with a cynical look, like a long pent-up hate. Large dentum due to foot impact; yukio's body; mapple tree echoing repeatedly. Orange leaf sheets also fall.

Now he again brandished the katana right in front of the man with blood-drenched brown hair. The dark gaze of the black eyes really pierced the penaka undaunted to kill. Katana blasts rapidly towards Yukio's left chest, but---

"Stop!"

"Ohh, ahhh! A--"