The roaring of the motorbike's engine refused to cease, the bike kept it's linear motion with increased pace as time went by. During its movement, buildings raced backwards like pages being turned speedily by the reader. Leaning towards his left, Hirāzakūra steered the Motorbike towards his left, down an alley whilst reducing the pace by pressing against the brakes gently. A miscalculation? Or as fate could have it, what laid ahead was a fence which proved impossible to bypass with the Motorbike. Applying the brakes speedily, the Motorbike tilted as If wanting to crash itself and Hirāzakūra's left side into the wall, but 2 meters away, it halted completely, leaving trails from the friction between it's tyres and the well coaled floor.
Highlighting from the bike, Hirāzakūra stood tall, gazing at the wall, slowly, anger built within him, his spiritual essence began to react to the dangerous sensation that began to rouse him. Veins bulged around his arms, fists clenched and soon began to glow. His intention, smashing the wall with a single blow. Just as he drew back his right arm, spreading his legs apart, with the left arm forward to give proper momentum for a well placed punch. His nostrils sniffed in fumes and a whistling sound found a path into his ears.
Deviating to his right, he saw a window with glasses pane, a door by its side and through the window, a kettle still left on a platform which supplied heat by little amount to heat up the liquid within the kettle. Said platform, judging from its appearance, converted electrical energy to heat energy. Tho Hirāzakūra wasn't interested, all he could think of was "Tea". The water had already attained it's boiling point, judging from the whistling noise and the fumes coming out from the long protrusion which had a hole in it. Hirāzakūra's eyes widened, his jaws dropped, mouth wide opened with saliva escaping before he could shut them back. Indeed, he wore a silly look, for Alas! "Tea is Ready"
"Oh my stars. Thanks for this blessing"
Hirāzakūra looked up, praying to who knows what. Quickly, he dashed in, searching through the cupboards for teabags, teacup and a jug. Opening the upper shelf in a jiffy, he rummaged it, only to find nothing. Slamming the door close, he bent low, opening the lower one, rummaging it, luckily, he found a teacup which had a teabag in it, unused. Hirāzakūra poured the water into the cup, moving to his left, he took two cans, opening both, he took a teaspoon fill from each, sugar and milk respectively. Mixing all in his cup, he brought it closer to his mouth by holding its handle with his left hand and bending low slightly his head to reach for it. Taking a sip, he decided to relax, three seconds after the sip. Growling became louder, and just then, Hirāzakūra figured he had visitors. Making a gentle turn to face the unwanted guests, he saw one five meters from him, another on a sofa which faced the kitchen and the last close to a flat screen display device. Hirāzakūra's eyes surveyed the room, looking for a plan, only for one to rush into his head immediately. Taking another sip, he counted numbers in his head, waiting for the one afore to take a single step forward.
"One, Two... Three......... Yosh"
Completing the statement in his mind, an onlooker would've noticed the movement of the afore monstrosity which bore purple skin, red eyes, bald head and a locket around its neck which bore an insigna "Disaster". His puffed up cheeks began to reduced as tea he refused to swallow was released before the being, creating a diversion, or one could say a sort of smoke screen to prevent visual prowess. One deed already done, three more to go. A flash step was all it took for Hirāzakūra to appear behind the being with his katana already drawn. Ricocheting off the door post with another flash step to the ceiling and then, down to the floor with his forehead kissing the wall. Just then would all three abominations of nature fall lifeless to the ground, green liquid spilling from their eye sockets and grey matter which was indeed their brain. Hirāzakūra had made use of a combo of "Raw speed" and "Zanjutsu". Tho not massively skilled in Zanjutsu, he had the strength to dig deep into their eyeballs to puncture the brain in just three flash steps.
"Easy.. well.. I need to find the objective"
Hirāzakūra muttered to himself, moving over to the counter table, making sure to avoid contact with the carcasses that painted the floor green. Grabbing his cup, he took in all its content —The Tea, in one gulp. Moving outside, he mounted his bike, igniting the engines, pulling backwards to reverse the bike's focus, he made a U turn and zoomed off from whence he came. Moving at top speed, he steered the vehicle left, down an abandoned street then right towards the highway. Time flew like birds rushing to their nests, the sun was about to go into slumber. The night drew near, and creatures of the dark began their cheerful excitement. Not too long on the highway. The Queen of the Night stood tall in the sky, blessing the inhabitants of the land with magnificent light. The stars, as numerous as the sea of sand occupied the sky. A shooting star, racing by due east. It was quite a beautiful view, only that, it lacked the right girl whose place should've been behind Hirāzakūra on the Motorbike. Getting to a large mini building with standing pumps outside and ever glowing white lights from horizontally placed cylindrical bulbs. The engine of Hirāzakūra's transportation device roared it's last and refused to move an inch further. Alas! It ran out of fuel, but Hirāzakūra was still not close to finding an escape route. Dragging the Bike into the building, he sought to refill it's fuel, but how?. The big question. Pondering on what to do, Hirāzakūra stroke his cheek continuously, and just then, the light bulb at his left side blinked thrice before succumbing to defeat, current supply seized. With this, the brute man had a hunch something was off, maybe those peasants came for more beating. Stretching his hand, he withdrew the hose from the fuel pump. About to pull the trigger close to the nozzle, his senses tingled. Making a quick turn, his eyes beheld something much more strange than the others.
"Nani?". He spoke out in a lowly tone. Claws, five in each sets, Ten in a complete set, at five different positions floating in the sky, making a sum of Fifty claws. Quite confused and shocked, how could claws float in mid air. His inquisitiveness urged him to stare deeper only to find five orbs between each set of ten claws. An Hologram? Or something else? Well, to know the truth, he had to put his hypothesis to a test, withdrawing his first blade. He held the hilt tightly while stretching out both legs, the first set drove straight down, looking for a clean attack by swiping vertically the first set of claws down on Hirāzakūra. Raising his blade in a horizontal manner just two meters above his head, Hirāzakūra stopped the claws right in its track causing a resounding echo of metals clashing against each other and glowing sparks. The left hand which held tightly the hose pulled the trigger as soon as two came from his left, positioned at them, liquid popularly known as "Fuel" rushed out from the nozzle, directed at the life cores, the force it generated from rushing out from that slightly small hole was enough to push it backwards. Drawing both legs backwards, he freed his blade from the claws of the one afore while darting backwards with two leaps.
"Swords may be useless now.. I need something to blow them up". Eerie sound filled the station. Another swiftly came in from the right, sending it's claws at Hirāzakūra, parrying them with a slant slash, the second attempt knocked his blade off his hand as two more rushed in to ravage him. Hirāzakūra made use of his raw speed to dark six meters backwards, making both set of claws slam against the earth, giving deep marks to it. The hose had reached its limit. Indeed, it was time to end things, Hirāzakūra couldn't play any longer, pressing hard on the trigger, he released the fuel at the floating entities which caused them to scamper. His eyes sighted his blade towards his left, six meters before him. Hirāzakūra dashed forward, like two bulls charging to ram their head together in a deadly duel. One of the forces charged at Hirāzakūra. Four, three, two meters before collision, Hirāzakūra performed a cannonball roll, avoiding the ravaging claws while picking up his blade, causing the claws to miss it's mark, instead taking quite a little amount from his white hair. Hirāzakūra turned towards his left, seeing a table. A chain lying down and a box of matches with several cigarettes at the other side of the road. Quickly, a plan was devised in his head. With a single flash step, it was as if he never moved. He was now at his original position with the matchbox, cigarette and chain, his sword back in its scabbard. They all rushed in on him, spinning round the chain, he swung it towards his left while ducking down to avoid two sets of claws, rolling over to stand at his right, he bent his hands, performing gestures thus controlling the movement of the chains. Hitting three cores, making them land on the fuel pool which was made minutes ago by pressing hard on the trigger for the nozzle. The last two dashed at him, making a leap, he towered easily above them, swinging the chain while performing a pirouette in mid air, smashing their cores and causing them to fall in the pool. Now landing six meters from the pool. He lit the cigarette with the matchbox.
"Yippee Kaye Motherfuckers". He spoke out before releasing the cigarette. Coming in contact with the pool, the inevitable occurred, flames ignited which caused the whole building to be devoured by flames and crumble to the ground. Hirāzakūra had already appeared twenty meters from the building, hanging his coat on his shoulder, with a cigarette in his mouth, already lit, bare chested, unharmed for he made use of "Shunpo" the moment the flames came to life. Walking along the path towards a place he knew not.
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