Narukaze's eyes widened—
—but it was too late.
A blade pierced through his stomach.
Everything stopped.
Pain.
Sharp.
Burning.
Unbearable.
His mouth opened—
No scream came out.
Only blood.
"…Why…?" he whispered, voice breaking.
The blade twisted slightly—
then pulled out.
His body dropped forward—
—but a hand grabbed his leg.
"Don't pass out yet," Sora said coldly.
Narukaze was dragged across the broken ground.
His fingers clawed weakly at the dirt—
Trying to hold onto something.
Anything.
Nothing answered.
Then—
CRASH.
His body slammed into an abandoned car.
Metal bent from the impact.
Pain shot through his entire body.
He couldn't breathe.
Before he could even react—
A kick.
His body lifted off the ground—
and flew straight into a cracked wall.
BOOM.
The wall shattered slightly on impact.
Dust exploded into the air.
Narukaze dropped.
Lifeless.
Silence.
Blood slowly spread beneath him.
"…That's it?" Riku said, disappointed.
"They really called him a threat?"
Sora scoffed.
"Level 1 trash. That's all he ever was."
Narukaze's body didn't move.
Didn't react.
Hakari stood still.
Looking at him.
For a moment…
She said nothing.
Narukaze's fading vision locked onto her.
Desperate.
Broken.
"…Hakari…"
Her expression didn't change.
She turned away.
That… was the final blow.
Sora stretched.
"Well, he's dead."
Riku nodded.
"Let's go. Job's done."
Their footsteps echoed as they walked away.
No hesitation.
No regret.
The sound faded.
And then—
Nothing.
The ruined city returned to silence.
Narukaze lay there.
Broken.
Bleeding.
Alone.
But—
He wasn't dead.
Just… unconscious.