Second Move: Change in Plans

[Second Slashes]

Timeless swords technique that was created from the unwillingness of a certain swordsman's toward the passage of time.

It is a simple downward slashes however, due to the strong feelings of the user against the time, it became an slash that surpassed the time.

In a short nanoseconds of time, Aera has slashed up to 368,331 times—not even giving the Tortoise a time to complete his transformation.

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Kuro looked past the windows as the strange gigantic cross glimmer popped out in faraway lands.

The way it popped out was so strange—mid-air, it just suddenly appeared… as if writing a letter and you accidentally wrote off the notes.

Getting back to his work, Kuro looked over the 'something' he was designing. During this 3 months, along with daily simple training, he have began learning blacksmith, tailoring, cooking, constructing, sculpting, etc…

Basically, he have tried all sorts of occupations that relates on lifestyle.

And in the end, he find out he was a genius craftsman. He found everything much easier… well at least, much easier than training himself.

Amongst them, he found tailoring the most enjoyable. Mostly because of his worldly desire of imagining her highness's figure in each different clothes.

And currently, right now, he was sitting in front of the table at the 3rd floor of his residence. At the table were an rectangle-shaped machine.

An actual 'camera' which he made by copying how human's eyes worked… that camera attached on the rectangular shaped machine's top, and on its back.

On downward, where an circular button, slightly floating in strange way with an triangle mark inside the button.

By tweaking the machines he researched, designed, and created this past 3 months, were he finally satisfied with how it looks as he let out an accomplished voice.

"Finally done!"

As he clicked the hovering buttons on the machine, the machine lit up in an interesting way as 'letters' first appeared on the screen.

By swiping it down, different kinds of letter appeared as it represented the languages. As the letters changed, the words on the top changed to match the language.

[Please choose the language]

Currently, there were only 2 languages, Viran and Maoul. Because… adding a languages were actually troublesome.

Just including the Viran, there were actually an astonishing 200,000+ words.

Apart from that, he made an research team… with his own money of course. Their job is to create an A.I.

Kuro needed Siri or something to make his iPhone complete… anyway, he was really lacking in money. So he decided to sell this iPhone out.

Why he is create an iPhone himself, you ask? Well… that goes back a little on time.

***

3 months ago,

"Do you, really think, we, the Orange Company, would be willing to work with this an unknown company who have no achievement or sorts?"

"Moreover, their CEO being a children, like you?"

"Although your proposal is quite interesting, keep your childish ideals inside your dream."

***

They were really disrespectful and automatically disapproved Kuro's proposal, they didn't even will to invest on him.

Apparently, chatting with someone from a hundred thousand kilometers apart seemed to be so unrealistic.

Well one reason may be because of how incapable he was at explaining… at the very least, he tried.

And they didn't listen because of his age.

So he was left with no choice but to do everything himself. After all, without a devices to connect it, internet was really just a… invisible wave that you can't see.

So that's why he was making an iPhone.

"Hmm… what should I name this phone…" as Kuro pondered deep inside, he heard a yell from the first floor… strong enough to break an eardrum of person.

'…what are they doing?' It was a daily that his residence were rowdy and noisy. This sorts of yelling wasn't unusual.

As he brought the iPhone with himself, he went downstairs only to find out the noisy footstep increasing.

…the four were having a tag game… inside the house. If it was that, it's perfectly fine because this house were rather huge.

Just… their tag game were way too inhuman. The four of them were ricocheting around the living room, while using their special abilities.

Korone used her earth esper to shield herself from the 'it' and when she became the 'it', she used that earth esper to slow down everyone's movement.

*clack!*

Okayu were running the room while provoking Korone, it didn't matter whether Korone was 'it' or not, she just provoked her because it was fun.

Whilst at it, she even used her Copycat to copy the advanced movement of the Oni. Just… her precisions weren't as good as her movement accuracy were bad.

*cling!*

Rushia was… just being like herself. She wasn't used on moving her body so she used a 'soul' to carry herself while chasing for the two.

Just… she wasn't exactly used to controlling soul herself. So those soul can go out of control and wreck havoc.

*patak!*

Ayame were actually impressive. Although she was clearly holding back her strength, she became much better in controlling herself.

She… improved in controlling herself!

As Kuro stepped in the living room, the trampling forces spread out in four direction as it timed in with the four figures' steps.

Korone tripped down.

Okayu tripped up.

The souls carrying Rushia distorted as they disappeared.

Ayame jumped up to dodge.

"Everyone, come here." With an cold face enough to freeze the north pole, Kuro said as the temperature dropped.

""""ah… hai (yes)…""""

Everyone, including even her highness, kneeled down the floor in front of Kuro.

With his arm folded, Kuro picked up the shattered plate from the aftermath of their tags game.

"Let's clean up." With an increasingly cold eyes an expressionless face, Kuro calmly said as he showed an action that required no speeches.

However, this silence was much scarier. As Kuro began picking up the shatter plates, the more sweaty everyone became.

As the atmosphere became more quiet, it turned more awkward, everyone began cleaning the house copying Kuro's actions.

The longer the silence continued the more scarier it became. Under the silences, everyone finally cleaned up the living room.

"Hm?" Kuro finally noticed the strangeness.

"Ayame-chan, Ayame-chan, why is everyone so scared?" Kuro couldn't hold it anymore as he stepped closer to Ayame as he whispered her.

In contrast, she just giggled toward his ignorant expression.