The World We Do Not Know - 167 Tsumugi And Faust

Half deads are round inflated or fat beings. Their skin is similar to a sponge with holes hinted with the color of blood inside the holes making it into a reddish color.

The half deads does not feel any pain over any injuries they obtained on their body, nor the blood loss or any types of diseases can harm them.

They are the creatures which mainly feed on meat, especially the taste of a human’s flesh drives them crazy. The half deads are still able to have the same abilities as humans, but they are more insane creatures that savagely attacks human for their dinner. The only way to stop them is to detach their brain from their body. Only then would their bodies stops functioning.

“Farewell!” Faust says, taking a step forward. Lowering his body with the kata on his left side. He goes into the sword drawing technique. And before the half dead in front of him realise.

*Sleeek~* A sound made by slicing the head of the half dead before him in a smooth cut. “Shit!” The other half dead surrounding the woman’s husband utters with a fearfully pale face.

They were cocky and are so sure that Faust wouldn’t be able to kill them, but unexpected to them, Faust had actually drew blood without any hint of hesitation in his eyes. Faust decided to ignore the fear and arrogance of the half dead and dead serious locked his eyes on their heads.

The half dead move their eyes from the decapitated head of their companion to where Faust is currently standing, but he is not present in the same place. All the half dead are confused that he suddenly appeared on the extreme right on one of them like a fluttering breeze. He slashed and separated the head and body of one. All the other half dead starts running towards right to attack him.

In the next second, he is on zoomed to the left, slashing another two horizontally. The half dead are slow in speed when it comes to running which is why Faust started from the corners as to outwit them.

He acrobatically moves all around with an ‘impossible to match in speed’ type in a breeze.

*”Dammit! Don’t! Don’t! Don’t lose it.”*

*”It feels so damn good whenever I’m slicing their bodies! Ahhhh ahhhh fuck! Don’t lose it, keep it together Faust!.”*

Faust seemingly enjoys the massacre, everytime he sliced off a chunk of meat from the half deads. He feels like he is losing his sanity. All he wants to do is to cut more and more. His speed too is increasing with the spike in his lust to kill.

He instantly finishes all the 20 half dead including the old one. The lady and her husband, including everyone on the road are dumbstruck and were unable to utter a word. This is a completely one-sided match. The numbers of the half dead did not matter at this point.

*”Too fast! I keep wanting more, it’s not enough for me!.”* Blisters starts to form on the hands of Faust. The inflated skin of these half dead is very hard especially at their necks and to be able to cut through their hard skin is beyond his capabilities already. His hands almost goes numb from the constantly cutting and slicing. But he is liking the numbness and the pain from blisters.

Everyone thought that it was over for the time being and were worrying about the kid staring at the half dead under his sword. Suddenly another angry mob of half deads approaches Faust.

Thirty of them distributed in three equal rows with 10 half dead lined up in each row.

“Great!” Faust licks his lips and smiles from excitement. He starts walking towards them with greeds filling in his eyes. “I love this sensation of blood filling the air” Faust casually speaks out and his black hair falling over his face, covering his eyes as he lowered his head. His eyes can be seen glowing in blood red shot from under his hair with a creepy smile spreading across his face.

“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! I’ll freaking kill everyone!” Faust laughs like a manic under his breath. He tries his best to suppress his insane side from leaking to the outer world. He looks plain and normal on the outside but inside he is like a crazy psychopath whose real killer instincts are about to unleash!

“Sword Arts – Rapier Thrust!”

Faust teleports from his spot to the middle row in a second. He stretches his katana–extending his arm to the extreme to the back of his body like a baseball pitcher would, getting ready to throw a pitch.

In the next minute he thrusts the tip of his katana into the heart of the half dead. One!…two!.. three!.. the katana pierced through the half dead one after another along the lined up rows. All ten of them were pushed back with a great force and are slammed against a bus in the middle of the road with Faust still thrusting from the front.

“Eahhhhhh! Thrust!” He again lands another thrust on the half dead, his whole hand went inside the chest of the first one. The shock wave travelled in great speed through all ten of them, crushing their hearts in a crunch. The force of his thrust still continued, shattering the windows and windshield of the bus before fading into thin air.

He pulls his hand out with little blood gushing out of the bodies of the half dead and he turns around to face the two rows of twenty more half deads that are left.

He starts walking with a big smile on his face. The half deads behind him are still moving, they did not feel a thing even when their hearts are brutally  crushed. They try to attack him from behind, but before they could make any move, the heads of all ten falls apart. A fountain of blood splashed from the torso’s, all at the same time raining upon Faust.

The twenty in front of him could not digest the fact that Faust is so strong. They didn’t know what move to choose from their arsenal. While yelling in helplessly a spear like object is shot into the mouth of the last one in a row.

He then teleports to the sword instantly gripping his hand around the handle. He twists the sharp edge of the sword upwards  in its mouth. The half dead fearfully moved his eyeballs while being frightened, but Faust swiftly swings the sword upwards, slicing the head of it into two equal halves from between his eyes without any pitiness.

Before he was about to move on to the next one. A loud siren began to ring in the area! All the half dead clustered into a group, cautiously looking at their surroundings.

Two vans with small circular shaped wings at the back come flying from above. The van is hovering with the air gushing out from the empty circular wings which are glimmering in green color.

Small regiment of ten soldiers half of them wearing black and the other half in green uniforms and rifles, along with one cop in khakis walks out of the vans.

Faust immediately turns back to normal upon seeing the soldiers. He knows he needs to let them handle the situation now.

But before he realizes, eight of the soldiers surrounds him, pointing their rifles towards him. “You handle that sword very well don’t you?” The ninth soldier in black asks, walking towards Faust hauntingly.

In this modern world, users of martial arts are hunted and killed.

After getting information from the monitoring room. A cop sent requests immediately to the power houses in the nation, especially to the ones closer to the crime area, to interfere with Faust.

The house of Asura’s and the house of Diamonds responded back by sending 5 soldiers from each house to aid the cops.

One mere high school kid with a sword is not seen as a threat by the cops and the families.

The soldiers, in a while, gathered at a single point to carry out their mission. And within minutes, they have surrounded Faust with rifles on point blank and suppressed his movements.

“Identify yourself!” One of the soldiers wearing black, from the house of Asura’s demanded Faust.

Faust doesn’t know what the other person wanted to see. He just stands there in confusion without understanding who these people are or why they surrounded him. They should be going after the half dead that are in the middle of the road, after causing a huge ruckus.

“But–the ones who are causing the trouble are over there!” Faust pointed his hand over to the cluster of half dead that are holding weapons to potentially kill a person.

“The cop is taking care of it already.” With a heavenward glance he gestured his hand towards the cop that is talking to the half dead.

He then walks closer to Faust with a poker face, grips his hand around Faust’s neck. He then proceeds on to turn Faust’s face sideways.

Faust does not flinch or move. He doesn’t like a guy walking up to him and ridicule him out of nowhere. The soldier tightens his grip with his thumb on the jaw and tries to turn Faust’s face to sideways again.

People in the lower land are considered nothing but a bag of meat that can walk and talk. Protecting them is considered useless and a waste of time. The only purpose of these low land  people is to produce babies and enroll them into the military.

The soldiers only exist to protect the upper land, to protect the nobles and to fetch the elemental stones, the resources of earth, available in  other dimensions.

Hence the soldier wanted to show his power and authority over Faust, he wanted to behave however he wants, treating Faust like.trash.

But Faust still did not flinch, even from the gruesome power that the soldier is putting on Faust. He is simply too strong than the soldier. He stands still glaring at the soldier from within the strands of his hair covering his face.

*”Fuck the cops! If only this is a dark alley, I wouldda fucking teach this shitface a lesson!”* Faust hastily  thinks to himself. He really wants to beat up this soldier, if this had happened in a place with little exposure to crowds.

“You piece of shit! I will make sure that you live the rest of your life in jail and become a punching bag for the soldiers.” Finally after giving up, the soldier goes in a rage. He grabs the collar of Faust’s shirt and yells in his face.

“Let’s go!” He orders the soldiers around and everyone starts heading towards the vans while the angry soldier pulls Faust along with him.

“Soldier! Identify yourself!” As they are about to get into the vans, a commanding voice came from behind.

The soldier holding Faust turns around, he only sees a beautiful lady in front of him. He checks on either side of the road to see where the voice came from.

The soldier immediately laughs loudly  “Do-don’t tell me it’s you who asked my identity! I think you are talking to the wrong people!”  He says in a cocky way while belittling the lady.

“Watanabe Tsumugi”

“Huh!!” The face of the soldier goes pale after hearing the name from the lady’s mouth.

“Princess and the only sister of Queen Uzume of the House of.Asura’s” a hint of royalty fuses into her voice as she stands tall as a majestic being.

She pulls out a thin chain out from her dress that is  resting on her chest. It is not that chain but a bright red stone that enhanced the chain like a locket strikes fear into the soldiers.

A Japanese Kanji word ‘Asura’ is engraved on the red stone, which is worn by the top tier family members that rules the house.

Faust looks in a puzzle without a clue of what is happening. He understood that the beautiful lady had suddenly become someone important to these soldiers.

The four soldiers from the house of Asura immediately gets down on one of their knees with their heads completely lowered. Taking his hands off Faust, the fifth shoulder also bows instantly and gets down on his knees.

“I’ll reflect upon my words, Milady. Please forgive the rudeness of this humble servant.”

“I will reflect upon my words to avoid dire consequences, I request you to forgive my rude remarks.”

“However, this kid is caught performing a martial arts! I am about to submit him in front of the council.” The soldier says in a passive tone.

The council is the powerful of all houses who rule by their own law. Everything related to the lower land or upper land is decided by the council which is ruled by a religious leader.

“There is no need for you to meddle and do anything unnecessary! He is working directly under me! In Fact, I have something else that I need you to do.” The lady commands in a cold voice. Her words are like merciless arrows that aim right for her opponent’s hearts without giving them any excuse to turn her down.

“My husband is hurt! Do you guys happen to have any results on you? It’s ok if not! Help me take him to the upper land and get him treated. Quickly!” She yells at the soldiers.

All the soldiers come to lift her husband on his feet! They apply pressure on his wound and carries him inside the vans.

The lady walks up to Faust “Thank you! We are forever in your debt! We will visit your house tomorrow. Until next time we meet.” The lady smilingly tells Faust and leaves with the soldiers.