"WE HAVE OUR FLIGHT!" Rayna screamed, urgently sprinting with the others through the eerie basement. Satoya couldn't help but hesitate to run, despite the obvious urgency of it. He continued looking back at the place where Hayate disintegrated. There was a dagger, spilling a dark red liquid, but he shook his head, then went with the others.
They made it to the car, but another dilemma sparked. The trunk is full of suitcases, the passenger seats were full even without Satoya, so what would be the most plausible—most importantly, legal—answer?
Rayna, Isaac, Edward, and Johnathan collectively shifted their focus onto Shizune, who immediately frowned in disappointment. She sighed, climbing into the trunk, she couldn't find a great spot, until Edward took a short nod, possibly calculating like he always did. He moved the suitcases in an orderly manner, leaving just barely enough room for someone to squeeze into.
Edward then motioned Shizune, who was still slightly annoyed, but forcefully shrugged, and crawled in.
The car engine started, and now the journey to the airport, and the well, journey back to Okamura where they all live in had begun. The specific reason why the gang was even in Rieamaius was indeed for Satoya's birthday, since Rayna proclaimed she will buy the tickets and everything, but won't pay Isaac's food unless convinced. How many times was she convinced? Barely a couple times, she spent almost a million Alikurs on clothes, but mailed them back to her home in some mountain range in Okamura's western prefecture. Despite her spoiled appeal, she is surprisingly smart about her money, not spending billions on simple things—wait no, forgot, she saved her budget on clothes. Her family is oddly humble compared to the pathetic wealthy individuals of every Capital, from which speaking, Satoya despises the ones in the 2nd Capital's Republic of Deusagia
Nonetheless, they continued driving. Driving through the streets, roads, mountains. Satoya again felt like he was back to his normal lifestyle. Contemplating again, but it feels different.
After that warmth he was embraced in, there was like this divine blessing that gave him a sense of clarity, even though he was completely distraught after witnessing Hayate turn into an Iya, then having to slay said Iya, the mental toll cleared up. He vividly remembered what had happened no longer than an hour ago, but he felt, cleared, not cured, but cleared of the distress he was spiralling into.
What were those white words? It… I can't shake the feeling that I heard of this from my economics teacher..
White words, free of all color, an absence of color but not dark, not shadow, simply a color of innocence. He could've sworn he heard of this. There was no one he could ask, as everyone in the car, aside probably Shizune, who Satoya completely forgot was squeezed into the trunk, everyone else was too busy stressing about making the flight.
They rode through a beach, likely a resort of sorts. The water mimicked that of crystalline jewels, clearer than the skies itself. The corals were visible, the trees were swaying back and forth from the sea breeze. Satoya also saw a single man, who he assumed to be on vacation. He couldn't completely see the man, as the beach was separated from the road by a border of forest of palm trees, he was only able to make out, the man was drinking out of a champagne glass, he was wearing a blue tropical button shirt, that was plastered in Palm tree patterns, he was also wearing shorts of the same exact design but was instead green. Aside from that, there was a surfboard resting against the plastic beach chair the man was seemingly enjoying his time.
-40 minutes later-
"ALRIGHT, BOARDING IS CLOSE, WE NEED TO HURRY!" Rayna shouted in a low, respectful tone, hurriedly speed walking with the others to turn in tickets, go through security, and make it to the flight. They spent nearly 20 minutes in line, waiting for the airport receptionist to confirm their tickets. Another 20 minutes going through security—Isaac threw a water bottle he almost brought with him into a trash can nearly 30 feet away from the security checkpoint, but unfortunately did get yelled at by some old lady passing by.
"Oh my f****ing god, THE FLIGHT IS IN, ALMOST, 5 MINUTES, WE NEED TO RUN!" Edward panicked. The group started ignoring every "common rule" and frantically ran through the crowd of people who were also finding their flight terminals. Rayna was in the front, leading the gang like a leader leading their men to victory, but in this sense, not the humiliation of missing a flight.
Satoya himself was indifferent, keeping a steady pace, holding his Regulator licensed katana. He was relieved that he didn't have to go through paperwork or anything to get through security, he simply received a "good luck Mr. Regulator." From a dark skinned security staff.
Rayna was still in the most panic, which is assumed by Satoya based on how many times she looked down at her ticket, checking the terminal, and checking the time. Rieamaius is known to be also the worst country to set a flight in, which makes Rayna's decision to go visit the country for Satoya's birthday even more stupid, as everyone except Satoya—who was just nodding, acting like he was listening—voted to go to Cervantes.
However, Satoya looked up, noticing how an alarming amount of people were running in the opposite direction they were speed walking to. A flight attendant with bright red lipstick screamed in fear, her heels clattering upon every step.
"RUN! THERE'S A EXECUTIONER HERE!"
Executioner? Who the hell is that? I know Johnathan "mains" some character named Adam Executioner in a pvp game last year..
Satoya noticed how the group stopped dead in their tracks. Their faces were white, ridden with dire fear. He even recognized how Isaac was hesitant raising his shaking fists up. And there, Satoya moved to the side to get a better look.
A man, wearing a short sleeved suit, a type of suit you'd wear in a courtroom session. Yet, one of his arms was covered in tattoos, the other was clean, yet covered in scars. He was considerably tall, but his face was of fury. A raging anger strong enough to bend the toughest minds, behind him was a small group of people Satoya assumed to be Jurisdiction Court members, or "juries" as Satoya read. Characterized by them wearing a full on suit that would make normal people mistaken them as juries heading to a proceeding, and sunglasses that look extremely impractical due to how dark it looked.
The man was towering over the Juries, each step he took, Satoya had a nagging feeling in his chest, that this was the worst time to even think, he seemed to be someone who had the blood thirst of a starving pack of wolves.
There was also a brave man wearing a Regulator uniform, holding a hatchet shakily, almost too shaky. Edward spoke, loud enough to be heard by the gang, quiet enough to not be heard by the man only 10 meters away.
"That's an A rank Regulator.. one of the 2 A rank Regulators required to be on Airport duty every day.. Where's the other?" Edward said, his voice was hoarse, full of anxiety.
The man with the tattooed arm took out what appeared to be a flail consisting of 10 small spiked metal balls, and without a moment's notice, he tore off the A rank Regulator's head, the brain scattering into the polished concrete floor, and staining the seats next to him.
"Who is that?" Satoya muttered to Edward, he was becoming more anxious, intimidated to such a degree he couldn't unsheathe his katana.
"H-he i-is… one of the two Executioners… of The Jurisdiction Court.." Edward hyperventilated, his face becoming more pale by the second, but Edward still spoke more, since he knew how much Satoya lacked knowledge of things.
"He is stronger than the average Elite rank, Argoreas..But why is he here?.. of all fucking places.."