The Formation of EDF

Ryusaki didn't hesitate to stay any longer. Leaving Reina behind, he dashed with everything he had. He put all of his might on his legs now pounding the ground with purpose.

Reina stood frozen outside the café, and watched him vanish into the distance. Her face was still locked in shock and disbelief.

'I can't believe it's come to this,' he thought, pulling a small card from his pocket while running. 'But there's no time to dwell on it now. I have a responsibility to uphold. And I can't possibly let myself down. I need to go to achieve another step towards my dream.'

He sprinted through the empty streets. Only the chaos of evacuation surrounded him. Up ahead, he spotted a group of soldiers locked in combat, desperately holding back a horde of A1 Ravadons. Their bullets rained down, slowing the beasts but failed to stop their advance.

Ryusaki quickly scanned the area. It was clear. No one was paying attention to him.

"Perfect," he muttered with a faint chuckle, glancing at the card in his hand—his official identity card from the EDFJ. Holding it up, he whispered the activation phrase.

"Engage! "

The card glowed brightly, dissolving into a swarm of nanoparticles that swirled around his body like a storm. Within seconds, the light dimmed, and revealed Ryusaki clad in a sleek, pitch-black high-tech battle suit. The armor hugged him tightly from neck to toe, radiating power. His hair, once white, now shimmered a radiant blonde, and an ominous black Oni-mask resembling a mythical fox concealed his face.

The transformation finished, and it wasn't just for a show-off, but his strength, resistance, and durability skyrocketed. His speed boosted drastically as he ran swiftly, cutting through the wind like butter.

At his waist, an electromagnetic suspension hook held a weapon: a katana. Its black blade gleamed with a dark-purple hue that traced along its edge, as if forged from the depths of hell itself.

Ryusaki reached for the intricately wrapped hilt. The electromagnetic lock released the katana. It fell into his hand with an almost ceremonial weight.

He kept sprinting forward, moving faster than human eyes could track. In a single leap, he soared over the heads of the soldiers below, and land directly in the path of the advancing A1s.

"Soldiers, cease fire!" a commanding voice boomed from a high ranking soldiers— probably a General.

The troops immediately obeyed, lowering their weapons. They saw an individual standing between them and the A1s. They froze for a moment, sensing something different about this new figure.

Ryusaki tightened his grip on the katana. A powerful, almost suffocating aura erupted from him, cascading into the blade like a raging current. The katana pulsed with energy, glowing a menacing purple as he raised it. Then he screamed out.

"ALDRA Ignition!"

The blade tore through the air, releasing a devastating arc of energy that sliced clean through the frontlines of A1s, wiping out nearly thirty of them in a single strike. The blast of the power shook the ground, forcing the remaining A1s to recoil momentarily.

«"Flashy as ever, I see."» A voice crackled through the microphone hidden within his mask.

"Vice Commander Kawaragi Ryusaki, reporting for duty, Director." He replied to the person who spoke earlier, "What's the team status?"

«"They should be arriving at… three… two… one. They're here."»

As the countdown ended, ten figures descended from the sky behind him, landing with synchronized precision. They wore similar battle suits, but each had a distinguishing feature: radiant, angelic wings that folded neatly behind their backs. And they all looked the same— concealing their identity like Ryusaki.

These were the elite soldiers of the Elvasil Defense Force: Japanese Division (EDFJ).

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The formation of the EDFJ or rather EDF was humanity's answer to the Ravadon threat. When the dimensional boundaries began collapsing, humanity united under a singular cause, creating a global military alliance—the Elvasil Defense Force (EDF). Nations large and small banded together, redrawing borders and forming new alliances. The result was the creation of 21 independent territories governed by the World Dimensional Council or WDC— an international board dedicated to managing the warfare and politics of this new, chaotic era.

However, there was little catch in their story. It was about all the core members and others who were connected to them. They were a little different than any ordinary humans. Their celestial bloodline made them unique, allowing them to wield immeasurable strength and abilities.

They were mythically known as Divine Angels while scientifically Celestadon. And in the eyes of the common people, they were popular as Noble Families. However, most them liked to conceal their real identity even though they held the supreme command of each nations— both strategically and politically. They even surpassed the authority of the President.

One such celestial lineage was the Suzaki family, descendants of the legendary Kensai Dynasty. They oversaw the entirety of the EDFJ, ensuring Japan's safety from Ravadon invasions. The soldiers on the battlefield now, with their radiant wings and advanced weaponry, were direct descendants of these noble bloodlines.

Their wings looked gorgeous— radiating and stunning just like the embodiment of the divine itself. Those divine wings— down to every last feather, were softer than anything this world has to offer. And the glowing white colour represented the symbol of peace itself.

Ryusaki, however, was an exception. Unlike his comrades, he didn't possess celestial blood. He was a human, born without wings or divine power. Yet, he had climbed the ranks through sheer determination, unmatched skill, and an unbreakable will. Despite lacking their heritage, Ryusaki was stronger than any of his teammates, and was on a league of his own.

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"Sorry for the delay, Vice Commander." One of his teammate said, with a heavy rifle slung over his shoulder, "What's the plan."

The team split into two groups. Five soldiers armed with ARONA Rifles—advanced firearms capable of firing multiple types of rounds—formed the Assaulter Squad.

And these rifles were a deadly weapon one could ever wield. They were designed to fire different types of bullets for different aim and purpose. And were indicated as Normal Rounds— NR; Explosive Rounds— ER; Acid Rounds— AR; Stun Rounds— StR and Smoke Rounds— SmR.

The remaining five were wielder of Archers. They were known as the Arc Squad. They possessed modified bow that looked the embodiment of thunder in yellow and black, and were highly modified. It was called AXONA ARC.

Besides divine wings, there was also an additional power the Celestial Bloodlines inherited. It was called 'ETHRA'— an outerversal energy that generated within the body of a Celestadon.

These members could harness the Ethra, materializing them into blue thunder-like arrows. That was how they relied on their inner ability, rather than using the Arona Rifle.

"The elite forces is finally here." The high ranking officer said, looking at the eleven warriors in front of them, "All troops, assume defensive positions! Let the elite forces handle the frontlines!"

Ryusaki glanced at his katana, its edge glowing faintly in anticipation. His ambition glanced before him faintly. He thought about his wish— about the dream he had been trying his best to achieve.

It was to surpass the previous commander who devoted nearly thirty years of life in protecting the entire Japan. It was none other than his very own father, Kawaragi Kazuki— the man who conquered victory over the highest caliber of supernovas and earned the title of 'NOVA ANNIHILATOR'

'One day, I will surpass my father.' Ryusaki thought, looking at his blade— ALDRA, 'And I'll become worthy of his legacy.'

He shifted his focus to the massive S8 Ravadon standing at the heart of the battlefield, far behind the horde of A1s. The situation was under an immense tension, yet he smiled confidently, looking at the S8.

"Team," he called out, his voice filled with determination. "Let's start the party, shall we?"

His comrades smirked beneath their masks, gripping their weapons tightly.

"Roger that!" they shouted in unison, ready for battle.