"First lesson, roots."
After all that banter, how could Mikoto not oblige, though reluctant.
A cunning light whipped across the oblisque field. Flash after flash tore up the surrounding air.
Mikoto was furious, "Fuck! How am I supposed to dodge that!"
He was promptly torn to pieces, the unrelenting sword flashes having sliced him to ribbons.
With a gasp and racing heartbeat present, he anxiously sweeper across the room. His belongings were as he left them, unperturbed by the recent excitement.
"Wait... But I was just..."
Dazedly, he stared with starry eyes at the unrecognized famiar sight. Was it really all just an illusion?
He pondered what he had seen. It all seemed too surreal now, a feverish fantasy for the frenzied madmen who roamed the streets.
After a short while, he leaned up from the bed and stepped out towards the door.
"Did you think you were done?"
He was thrust into the hazy blue hell.