"Huh?"
"No no! You don't remember? You literally said that to the spear guy!" Shizune attempted to recreate Rin's composure, even going as far as holding the spear exactly how she remembered Rin was wielding it.
"Oh yeah, that." Satoya smiled, the intent behind the smile was somewhat unfamiliar, but Shizune scratched her chin, raising her crowbar up to rest it on her shoulder once again.
"From memory, disasters can happen anytime, right? So why not just find the core solution to said problem and like bam no more disasters, am I wrong?" Satoya shrugged, he was reasonable to say the least, Shizune knew damn well he had a point. Considering the last disaster was 230 years ago, with the last Cataclysm of the disaster dying by quite literally shattering into thin air.
Shizune looked up, her index finger tapping the crowbar lightly. She was thinking, or at least figuring out the lore. In her knowledge, a disaster cannot end without the Cataclysm ending, everyone knew that—just maybe not Satoya? She can't tell. However she was aware that none of the past Cataclysms died by humanity fighting back, in all honesty, they all died to some cosmic interference.
Oh wait, didn't the Cataclysm of the 8th disaster, forgot his name, die by humanity? Like the elite ranks of that time… Hmm.. Wow I feel like Kohaku, he is such a nerd in history, even more nerdy than Edward..
Shizune shook her head, realizing Satoya was already climbing up the stairs. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the walls, along with the light reflecting from the leaves of vines and other growths of life causing the entire staircase to have a vague green color.
While they were climbing up the stairs, Shizune curiously looked to see Satoya, and surprisingly, he seemed rather uneasy—no actually, he always looked uneasy, probably on the verge of mentally collapsing or something. Shizune scoffed, cracking a joke due to the silence, "so, what's up with us always being in conflicts in some "abandoned, wow everything in ruin." Place huh?"
"Reminds me of some novel I read." Satoya replied, stepping into the next floor. Shizune chuckled, "you read?" In response, Satoya took a short glance of annoyance at her then tilted his head up. They were appalled, in the center of this "room" that was around the same size of an empty office building, was a short blonde man in a mask holding onto two needles that were gold. He was wielding the two needles as if they were daggers, even having his finger in the eye, spinning the needle around.
"Oh shoot, one of them is alive, uhm, Satoya you might wanna run."
"Can we? That dude looks very fast." Satoya slowly unsheathed his katana, the ray of sunlight reflecting from the blade, which unexpectedly blinded Shizune. Shizune herself just held her crowbar with one hand, although she's using a weapon that's kinda hard to swing around like a club, she chose it willingly and she will stick to it forever.
However, the moment Satoya fully unsheathed his katana, the masked man with the needles suddenly faded into golden light. The same light fluttered in the air, flocking themselves into the unknown that is littered in plants and greenery.
"Did you like.. one shot it? What are you? Some kind of okamuranime protagonist?" Shizune slowly turned to Satoya even after seeing the golden light float away.
Even in this quite frankly odd situation, Isaac was inside a dark room. The blur of golden lights fading in out of the air like fireworks. Isaac was in horrible condition, keeping his arms up in guard, his arms were covered in deep cuts, his chest had several cuts that tore through his clothes like butter, and the blood dripped from his mouth.
I can't see what I can't punch, god damn it! Yet I ain't dying without giving this long haired bastard bruise in his skull.
The golden lights began to glow brighter, like the sun rising up the horizon. Illuminating the entire room, the room Isaac was practically dying in was an empty white room, simply the white floor was now stained in blood.
"I see, quite courageous aren't you?" A long black haired man in a white trench coat, began to write down in his notebook. The white room with blood was silent, filled with the sounds of a ballpoint pen writing into a notebook.
"Alright, I had enough." He said after finishing. He closed his notebook, and stuffed it in the inside pockets of the trench coat. After doing so, he announced, putting his hand on his chest, bowing down in courtesy.
"I, Amrisoa, had now encountered 4 out of the infamous friends of Satoya. Now, as you may wish, hit me with all you have got."
There was no hesitation, Isaac proceeded to punch him in the face as hard as he could, and in some sort of Divine intervention, the man faded into a golden light, disappearing into the air.
Wow, what a weirdo, but great, now I'm stuck inside this room, I feel like I'm inside an insane asylum. Where's Satoya.. Amrisoa… Amrisoa… Who the fuck names their son that?
Isaac collapsed in exhaustion, coughing out blood. He was unsure whether or not he would die in a room he called an insane asylum, however, he is kind of disappointed this is where he'd die. As Isaac had a mental goal to never die inside some boring setting, and his preferred spot is some badass battlefield or some deathbed since old age.
He crawled up against the wall, holding an arm that was bleeding profusely. If I somehow survived this, I would have to be being watched by some Ancient Crucible. Actually. I don't think I did anything noteworthy to be blessed by The Blessing Celestial, and I am not gonna make a deal with The Jurisdiction Gavel just to heal myself.
So Isaac closed his eyes in acceptance, and without him expecting it, an odd ripping noise sounded in front of him, and when he opened his eyes out of curiosity on what that sound was, he saw some mist of weird colors enshrouding the floor. He took a glimpse up, seeing some dark eyed dude with black hair that is weirdly turning dark blue—is it the lighting? He doesn't understand. But what he knew damn well was that this guy had the most disappointed face he had ever seen surpassing even Rayna and Satoya.