Novels by _Sal_

Hoshi is the first to look towards him. "Ro, you of all people should know the Agency wouldn't give her up that easily, not after all it took to nurture her." Ro lowers his head, lips pursed, hands clenched. "Are we really doing nothing?" Shinosaki-san threw the question at Yasagawa-san. Yasagawa-san's expression had long gone into deep thoughts, her clenched hand almost turning pale. "So," I cut the tension before it could deepen bringing their attention back to me. "Before we proceed I'd be paying a visit to the director." "... Why?" Yasagawa-san asked with a confused look. I understand the look. One, for what had happened and me retiring from the Agency. Now that I think about it I should be proud. I can boldly say I retired young... at the cost of my life. Aaaaaah, I feel like clutching my head and hiding somewhere. I wouldn't be able to show myself in public if it gets out. It's so embarrassing. I can't even find

... Can I, Yasagawa Kaede, trust Nonako Rinji? I know I don't have the right to ask that of someone who gave his life and died once for us. But I can't help but ask. Can I really trust him? Despite knowing the existence of the higher beings, the God, juxtapose to the demons. I was never a strong believer. More so now, that despite the gladness I feel for him being alive the whole ordeal just feels so novel, like some fantasy. And that is knowing that it probably wasn't unique as there are so many things in the world. In the past days observing him, everything seems normal. But I still can't help but wonder. Is he still the Rinji-kun we know, to be trusted? Could it be that someone has taken over his body, mimicking everything about him? Demon perhaps? Yet I know full well it is impossible. My gut tells me he is the one and same. And even so, there still the possibility of him been brought back on

[A/N: It's been so long guys. How are you all? And merry early Christmas. Sorry a long has been going on with me that I was contemplating canceling the book... either it'll only be occasional posts... hope you will still stay though. Thank you.] ... "I didn't think I'd be seeing you back here, Rinji-kun." The director, seated behind his desk comments, with a welcoming smile as always. "You and me both." I stood before the man in my school uniform as relaxed as I can be... yea right who could be relaxed like this. I'm desperately trying to hold back the buckets of sweat that are trying to come out of my pores. Obvious, since I don't know how the man would respond as to why I came back here, after all that. The director chuckles softly, "So tell me Rinji-kun; what was so important that you had to return here?" I look at the man I still cannot get a clear

I felt warmth of the morning sun on my cheek which woke me from the memory-like dream. I open my eyes and glance to the side to see the sun coming in from the small crack in the curtains. Slowly, I sit up. Ever since coming back home I didn't feel the dull feeling you get when you wake up in the morning. I'm sure it's a perk of being awakened(?). And now I feel even more different from the last couple weeks. It's more like a slightly more than subtle growth in strength but there's something else. I can't explain, but I feel like I can do it. I'll check on it later. ... I still can't grasp the conversation I had with the two in my dream. Honestly, I just don't know how to take it. What do I do? ... well since my brain can't take I'll just toss it aside for another day. That said it's shocking. Inyx, a goddess. She definitely doesn't give off the holiness a goddess should have. But well can't deny she is a beauty. Maybe the lack of the power and control of it is the reason. I feel

I was a bit surprise but I didn't stop moving, and dropped to my knees, sliding under it's whip-like tongue to evade. My hand to the floor I use the moment to pivot myself and a leg out to halt to face the creature. [Just that one clash felt excited. And yet what I'm scared about is if my dress would make it to the end on my night outing. It's not like the upgraded one the use during real combat at the Agency.] It landing on the other side, it's weight smashing into a small batch of wooden crates sending splinters around and without hesitation it rushed for me, each step a thump to the ground giving it a minor shake. I stood up walking towards it, before picking up the pace. Just a few of meters away it's tongue came at me again. I wouldn't want to get touch with that icky, saliva coated tentacle of a tongue. I'm not ready for tentacle play yet. Even with that I would never be on the receiving side. Just a couple of inches when

Part 2 . Rinji Nonako, here. Let's turn the time back to about a week into my time skip. After the first week of nothing but settling, I was met with a problem. I had been keeping up with what I was taught in the space, well I was only taught about the probable of my power. So the genius as I am I decided to follow the tried and true way taught by all the manga-and-TV-senseis, you know, stretches and homework out. I was hoping that would probably help me at least somehow as I would be trying to know myself and my power. But the problem was I wanted to know how I would fair against others, and monsters. After all God did say I should be able to fend off a ghoul now, and more. At the Agency we didn't really face any larger, stronger monsters. They were more on the size of dogs and rabbits, since we were the Unnamed, a weaker, power-untamed, bunch. And there's the sparring with each other. Now though I have no sparring p

“…” The two observing up above on one of the scrappers watched as the duel between the two raged. “What is that boy?” Vagna asked excitedly. Only to see the non readable yet intent look on Atthis. He turned his gaze back to the battlefield and quietly watched till the climax. The two falling to the floor after the other. “The curtain now closes. Such a shame to lose a strong pawn like Murdock…” He glanced at Atthis as he passed a comment to the concluded battle. “You don’t seem at a loss for having lost your champion. How cruel of you.” So he said but he should no care himself for losing his. Just then as though having received the news they heard two trumpets sound at the same time. Immediately after the flags of ceasefire raised on both camps. “…I merely made a gamble… and it turned out far more profitable.” She said with smile on her face as she looked down at the battle field. She begins as she slowly starts walking away. “Either way, deaths aside we are successful i

… Above watching the ongoing battle. The mage with the mercantile smile stood in his deep brown Sith robe. The ground was little with corpses and dismembered corpses. Blood stained sands that had soaked and drained the life of those that fell. The two sides, one side the majority of therianthropes and the other humans, clash letting loose their savagery on each other. It was a gruesome sight where swords clash, severing and disemboweling of the clashing races alike. An observer would question the necessity of the savagery. In a would were there was on the expanse of desert, who knew whether there would be another settlement other than that of the two sides. So why did they not cooperative to increase their chances of survival in this cruel new world? The answer is basic: Superiority of species. One with the stronger physique wanted to declare themselves master, and the other with smarts wanted for control. So

“Are you okay.” I look to where her voice came. Chika had somehow gotten herself out of the binding around her arm. When I glanced it seemed like it was cut. And in her hand was a very small knife, I’m sure she tucked it somewhere they wouldn’t find. She was checking on the two, cutting their bindings. I took a step to move closer. “Ugh…” I thought it would take a while to kick in. I finally got to relax seeing everything was fine, but immediately I did. I felt pain grip my entire body. My grip turned slippery from the blood that was slipping from the gunshot wound on my shoulder, and from the one that wasn’t mine. If that was all then I could deal with it, it would probably healed after a while. Aside from the nicks and cuts. I got careless back there. True, with this new found strength and reflexes you could do much, but when your are under fire it’s easy to be blindsided that was it. And that was what happ

“… I’m here to collect my friends. And I wouldn’t hesitate to cut anyone down anyone who stands in my way!” I say as I straightened my poster, walking. “Intruder at the entrance. Men down.” … “Don’t let him in. Do whatever it takes to put him down.” I could hear the distressed voices of the men in this place. They were scrambling to get here. And those that were already close by were let lose bullets. From long before I’ve known them to be rather conservative of their ammunition, after all, the amount would be so little. But it still rained. I weaved through the debris, walls, and any cover as they closed in with cover fire. Those that chose close combat with their machetes and knives were cut down by the scythe. I closed in one by one on their gunners taking them out and moving away before I got pinned. Why? Why? Why? Why do I feel like this? Despite the rage in me, hypocritical, it may be, why

“I’d appreciate it if you could get on with it.”“… Absolutely. Brest is his name.”Why do I get the feeling the sound of his name is exactly how he looks?“Who is he? What is his role in all this?”“The same for anyone in his position. A seat. Somewhere to belong, to hold authority.”“… I don’t get it. He’s already made his way into the top brass of that opposition faction, I assume, so why the need for more power.”Not just anyone could make it into the elites, in this case faction heads. He has to have something they need and is of the same mindset.“… Show me a person who has no greed and I will show you a world without without suffering…”Greed? In this situation do I seem to have that?… I guess. Despite having Amara, a unique to existence, I still wanted for Chika. Is that greed or lust. And then the fact, though not my own, I preferred her to be the one in control. Dose that also count.“… What do you think a desperate man would do, if you were in his situation?” He as

When the sun got over the horizon, I got out of Chika’s place. Using the Scythe as support I dragged my aching body towards the settlement. Damn it! My whole body hurts like hell. Despite it only being sunrise the settlement is bustling. The hunt must have already been gathered and people where already up to collect their ration for the day. Technically there should be enough to ration them for months if the meat is cured, but with the time it took to cure and the amount of people that came in occasionally the daily hunts were mostly shared daily until the ones in stores was cured. I’m somewhat a familiar figure around here. Draped in a cloak, much better from the very first tarp I used, though it was old. They knew of the relation I had with Chika and the fact I was one of those who hunted most people stayed cleared of me. Then there’s the rumor about the scythe. Something about the weapon being cursed and me being a dangerous and cruel character, That really hurt my feeling, you