STANCE TO KILL
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~~~~[Lady Nagant POV]
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Walking into the underground tunnel, I saw guards holding heavy armoury as if they were protecting someone of great importance.
As I followed, they opened the door for me, but I could see the gaze each of them gave; it was cold, cautious, and disgusting.
It was as if they were looking at me like I was some type of monster.
Well, I probably am. As I continued my journey, I could see the darkness looming ever so free.
It was dark, really dark.
Then my eyes found sight of a flickering light; its light was faint but enough to give temporary sight.
Originally, I didn't think I would see any light, but I guess they did have to be considerate for a child.
Walking more, the smell of the walls was horrid; they felt sticky and alive, as if they were breathing out moisture from their ever-disgusting flesh.
Well, this was to be expected, for after all, this was Tartarus, a place mostly known to house Monsters .
Even if this was only the first floor, it was much worse than any prison I have seen.
As I got to my destination, a cell that I was told was housing a very dangerous child, I couldn't believe it.
As soon as I arrived, the child that stood opposite me was in a stance most would deem incredible.
This stance wasn't one ,one would use to defend himself; it wasn't one to use to win against the enemy; this was a stance to kill.
I could feel all his killing intent; it was powerful, very powerful.
Even I, who has killed a lot of people, couldn't release one of this power.
Well, I guess it was to be expected since the child in front of me has killed more than 200 people, killing each person every day.
This child knows death more than I do, and those eyes, dark, wide, and red as if blooded.
That gaze seemed to be looking at all of my weak points, points which I had made vulnerable unintentionally.
It was as if he knew my weaknesses. Although the child did stop his stance after seeing me, probably because I am a woman, his killing intent still remained, as if he couldn't control it, as if his body had grown hungry to kill.
But still, even in that crazy chaos, his eyes seemed unfazed, unaffected, untouched.
Even in my presence, they didn't move, nor did they blink; nor did the slumber; they were just….
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~~~~[Ken Kanaki POV]
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"Fuck," was the only word I could think of as soon as I saw that long purple hair.
That's the only word that could describe the state of my consciousness.
At first, I thought I was in a criminal warehouse of human trafficking, but now it made sense why the texture of the wall surrounding me felt as strong as metal, why there was no form of outside visible light.
I was in Tartarus.
'This is bad,' I thought, looking at the woman who stood close to me.
Although surprised, I wasn't afraid; it was as if I had almost grown numb to absolute fear.
And my eyes, as if automatic, looked at her body, spotting how she had let her guard down.
I could see a total of 13 weak points I could exploit to find a favorable position.
'But how could I get close to her?' I asked myself with worry, for it was obvious what was going on.
In this timeline, it is currently 4 years before the canon, so this should mean Lady Nagant is still currently working for the Hero Public Safety Commission,
which means I have been apprehended by the authorities, well, in this case, the more serious authorities.
She was currently wearing her hero costume; it was also purple but mildly darker than her hair.
Her eyes also.
Standing near me was Lady Nagant herself, every otaku's dream, but for some reason, I didn't feel any type of emotion or need.
It seemed as if I was still too young to feel such things, and my hormones hadn't reached puberty, probably because my testosterone was always getting used up to support the development of my brain and body.
And now I started asking myself questions, wondering if I was truly 'FUCKED'.
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~~~~[GENERAL POV]
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She looked at him for a second, still staring at his dark red eyes as if in wonder.
"So you are Odin," she said, with a hint of disbelief in her voice as she spoke, as if failing to acknowledge his existence.
"The Child who is considered the youngest mass murderer, known to have killed over 200 people," she said, not shifting her gaze.
"The first person known to have survived almost 8 months in the gauntlet,
the longest time in underground fighting history, with the most number of wins in all of fighting history, both underground and legal," she continued, her words getting colder with each second.
"All of that at the age of 11 years, is there anything you have to say for yourself?" she asked, widely anticipating his answer.
There was silence for some time , for almost 5 minutes, no one said anything, until one spoke ,
"All those achievements, all those wins, increasing my value with each fight, giving me more reputation and acknowledgement,
all of that and you take me from a villain territory, a place which considers me its asset, do the heroes really want a war?" he said with a voice so calm, his voice seemed to be even calmer than hers, and this scared her, it gave her chills, something she had only felt from the strongest of criminals.
When she first came into this section, she thought she was terrifying, but the child standing in front of her was something different, something...
"Is there anything you heroes want to say for yourselves?" Ken interrupted her thoughts, making her snap slightly, looking at him, she didn't know what to think.
"I'll come back when you are ready to talk," she said, straightening up and leaving his standing figure.
As she left, Ken wondered what he would do, for this was Tartarus; escaping this place was impossible.
Holding the walls before him, he sat down and lay on the ground, looking at the flickering light that stood above him, thinking of ways he could escape this everlasting loneliness.
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"5 days, that's how long it was, or was it 6," Ken thought to himself as he sat on what seemed to be a pillow and a blanket, which he had created using his construction ability.
For these past 5 to 6 days, he had been creating food, water, and other essentials he needed; it seemed as if the Hero Public Safety Commission were trying to starve him in order to gain some type of control.
The cell he was currently in seemed to be specially made for his abilities;
the walls and windows were minimal with no openings or holes, this prevented him from using his crows to get a map of Tartarus.
The cell's walls were made of what seemed to be a material stronger than iron, preventing him from using any CE to break it open, and black flesh which could only be activated if his first hit lands on a living enemy, which also meant it would be impossible to land it on a crow.
And he couldn't simply activate it by using straight emotions like he had done when he first activated it because the chance for its activation would be less then 0.0001%.
Weirdly, Ken could always activate black flesh as long as he hits a living opponent; it worked like a skill instead of a phenomenon, which meant it drained too much cursed energy when used.
That's why Ken uses it when he feels it's necessary, but he feels like even if he had it, he could probably only make a dent to the iron wall that stood before him.
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Then, about 3 hours later, Lady Nagant walked in; he could hear her footsteps as she came.
Although Ken had turned the once prison cell into a home due to the items and things that seemed to come from nowhere, she wasn't surprised or showed no form of hesitation, this was probably because they had cameras watching him 24/7.
Ken wasn't worried about this, for ever since he came into this world, he wasn't planning on hiding his strength.
The only thing he found troublesome was the fact that for 6 days he couldn't 'fucking poop!'.
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