Chapter 141: Chapter 136: Divine
Deep within the Whiteroom.
On the fifth floor were numerous children running on treadmills. At first glance, approximately 35-40 individuals were wearing blue nursing robes with various medical equipment attached to their wrists and faces, monitoring their breathing and heart rate.
Two individuals wearing white robes were moving around each child with a notebook in hand, personally monitoring the data. They could have it personally compiled by using machines but they preferred doing stuff like this.
All the present children were of the 5th Generation of the Whiteroom.
Among the 5th generation, one particular girl was looking around curiously. She was a stark difference from those around her, though she was also sweating, her breathing was considerably more calm than that of those around her.
She had long magenta-coloured hair that reached her waist. She was wearing a blue gown that hid the shape of her body. Her face was cute and she had yellow eyes that were like the sun.
But though her eyes were colorful, they seemed like hollow, empty voids that had lost touch with reality.
A few minutes passed as the children started reaching their limits but before the two individuals could reprimand the ones that were failing a large buzz was heard in the room.
The emergency alarm?
It was a sound she had never heard before.
Ichika wondered with a curious look as she raised her head towards the TV attached to the entrance of the room, above the door. It was connected to the CCTV of the reception.
The two individuals in white robes seemed nervous, no longer appearing cold and indifferent. They had a much deeper understanding of the alarms. They looked at each other before turning to the kids.
"Return to your rooms. Activities will be paused until further notice."
Eyes flickering, they closed the doors of the facility and left.
Ichika eyed them before turning to the boy that stood next to her.
He wasn't tall.
He had a head full of brown hair and a cute-looking face.
Ichika wasn't deceived by the gentle smile on his face.
"What do you think happened?" He asked curiously, turning towards the TV waiting for the situation to display.
"Who knows…" Ichika answered dismissively.
They were both unaware of anything occurring outside of this facility and whatever guesses she could conjure up weren't going to surprise the number one student of the 5th Generation.
Yagami Takuya.
"How cold…" Yagami seemed hurt as he chuckled but just then the screen of the TV flickered and all forty students of the Whiteroom held their breaths in astonishment, including Ichika and Yagami.
Blood and gore.
Mutilated bodies were sprawled against the reception room and a trail of blood was where the camera's view ended. Some weak-willed students had their stomachs churning in disgust.
Yagami trembled as he looked at the screen, "What the hell?"
"I don't think the professors would've left if they saw this…" Ichika muttered in a daze.
Panic spread throughout the students but what could they do?
The doors were locked!
"Ichika! We have to lea—" Yagami yelled anxiously but before he could say more loud sounds erupted from behind the door.
"It's too late…" Ichika muttered and her heart thumped.
Not just her, each and every one of the students had their breaths held, stepping back inch by inch.
Boom!
The door burst open and what the students saw left them shivering in fear. A tall man soaked in blood and wearing a devilish white mask walked past the broken door while clutching onto one of their professor's head.
But that wasn't what caused them fear.
It was how the man was clutching the head.
His fingers had dug into the skull and from the outside, only about ten to twenty percent of his fingers were visible, as if he had held a bowling ball.
The man dropped the dead professor to the ground and looked around as if he was searching for something… or someone.
Yagami frowned but the terror in his eyes was undeniable. The baleful murderous aura erupting from the man in front of them wasn't visible but it could be felt. He was at the mercy of this guy, if he wanted him to live he would and if not…
But I haven't even proved myself against Ayanokoji senpai yet…
Bitter feelings spread into his mind and Ichika was no different, her thoughts were similar to Yagami's.
"I didn't get to meet him…" she smiled and looked at the bloody man with hints of fascination in her eyes.
She was a genius.
But despite being a genius among these normal individuals she could never surpass one person. To Ichika, Ayanokoji was a figure of worship. How outstanding does one need to be to cause such a difference between them?
That's why Ichika couldn't help but always think about him.
But no matter how amazing Ayanokoji was… he couldn't compare to the bloody figure in front of her. She was sure of it. As the bloody figure stepped forward she couldn't help but replace Ayanokoji with him.
In hindsight, she, Yagami and Ayanokoji were at least human.
But this…
The creature in front of her was anything but human. If anything the smell of blood wafting off of him caused her nose to twitch. The figure in front of her was something divine. Someone she shouldn't dare to look at.
Ichika hadn't lost her mind, though it might seem like it. She was more calm than ever as she slightly glanced at the TV.
Mutilated bodies and clean cuts, yet she couldn't see a hint of any weapon on him. He was wearing a gym compression sweatshirt that hugged his muscular body and baggy white pants leaving no room for any hidden weapon.
It couldn't be anything small like a dagger considering the state of the corpses.
Fissures and dents in the metal walls also indicated superhuman strength.
As the bloody figure stood just an inch away from her, she raised her head and looked into his emotionless eyes.
Her worship for Ayanokoji dropped to admiration and she trembled seeing it staring at her.
He was worth worship.
…
"Found you…"
Tatsuya muttered and Ichika's heart thumped. He extended his arm and held his hand out to her. Blood continued to drip down from his palm, his arm, and his entire body.
It wasn't the first time he was bathed in blood anyway.
Ichika looked at the outstretched arm in confusion.
"...Me?"
It was as if she understood what would happen should she take hīs hand.
Tatsuya said nothing.
Ichika alternated her gaze between his dreadful mask and bloody palm. Yet she knew… she knew she wasn't being given a choice but an order.
She wondered, what if she refused? What would he do then? Would he kill her? Or would he slaughter all her batchmates?
For a brief second her eyes landed on Yagami…
Gritting her teeth, she took his hand and Tatsuya smiled behind the mask… not that she knew.
Leaving behind the rest of the astonished Whiteroomers, Tatsuya led her through the hall littered with numerous corpses. Ichika felt nauseous but she did her best to hold it in.
This didn't escape Tatsuya's notice.
Snap!
A flash of white erupted and Ichika covered her eyes in surprise. The moment she reopened her eyes, to her shock all the corpses and blood had disappeared. It was as if it had all been an illusion.
He, who was leading her, was also now spotless, without a speck of dust staining hīm. She also noticed the mask fading away from hīs face.
Looking at his face Ichika's heart thumped.
It was otherworldly.
Tatsuya looked at her gently while he led her outside the facility. A quick clean fixed the place up once again.
"Yamamoto Tatsuya." He said as Ichika followed him in silence, "That's my name."
Bloody wings erupted from his back causing Ichika to be surprised once again. She wanted to say something but held herself back. Usually, she was mischievous and boisterous but in front of this creature, she found herself unable to speak freely.
With a flap of his wings, he was lifted off the ground.
He pulled Ichika into a princess carry before flying off.
"From now on you belong to me."
His voice echoed as they blurred away, disappearing into the serene sky.
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