Such was fate.
Sotis, the very person you were hesitating to risk your life for ended up saving you instead, throwing themselves forward without pause, without fear, and taking the death blow ant for you.
At that mont, you knew you were out classed in terms of character strength, decisiveness and willingness to save others at all costs.
And as the recipient of such grace, it was only fitting that he felt sha at his own hesitation and a burning desire to make it up to them.
Akira clenched his fists tightly, feeling the sha course around his veins like fire.
"I will. I will definitely save you. And even if I fail... I will avenge you! Damn it! Damn it all! I need strength!"
"No, Sora!" Princess Yuki scread, her voice raw and frantic within the suffocatingly small space pocket which was barely the size of a wardrobe.
But only silence greeted her.
They were completely separated from the main world now, and no attack, much less voices, could be transmitted in or out.
Akira and Princess Yuki were well and truly... alone.
In the cramped space, her body was pressed tightly against his.
She was facing away from him, which at least gave him a small rcy. It made it a little easier to control his male instincts.
Because if she had been facing him with her soft, bountiful chest pressed directly into his, then Akira wasn’t sure how long his ability to maintain a asure of modesty would’ve lasted.
"She will be fine." Akira said in a soothing voice. "As you said, without the mark they placed on my body to focus on, it would definitely withdraw. There is no need for it to risk its life by staying and fighting against the reinforcents that are definitely already enroute."
"Yes. Yes, you’re right." Princess Yuki was quick to calm herself down. "She’ll definitely be fine. Why would that Shinigami stay, now that you’re gone, right?"
"Absolutely." Akira nodded and tried to remain absolutely still.
Princess Yuki’s young and nubile body was much, much too attractive and stimulating for him, whose young 16 year old male body was in the midst of a raging explosion of hormones.
The warmth of her back, the softness of her fra and the sweetness of her sll... They were all far too real, far too wonderful for him.
If he were to move just slightly and cause the lower part of his body to rub against her perky little butt...
Even the threat of a fearso Shinigami eating them alive would not have any ability to put down the literal uprising that would take place below!
"Yes. She’ll be fine. I... I will need so ti to regain my energy before I can open up this space pocket. Please uh... wait patiently." In the calm and silence of the Space Pocket, Princess Yuki was starting to feel the awkwardness and inappropriateness of their physical proximity.
"Yes. Please recover your energy as quickly as possible." Akira quickly agreed as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva rather audibly.
"Ehm. Yes." Princess Yuki was extrely glad that Sora had pushed her into the Space Pocket back-first. That way, Akira had no way to see her face which had turned as red as a tomato.
She didn’t realize that if she were to be pushed in front-first, her problems would be far, far more awkward than just rely letting Akira see her red face.
Princess Yuki was still extrely innocent in such things!
In the silence that followed, the weight of proximity grew heavier.
Both of them stayed still.
Neither dared to move.
And then... Akira’s leg cramped up.
"Ow" Akira groaned and his leg jerked and spasd uncontrollably. "My leg is cramping up!"
"Wha-whatt?" Princess Yuki began to panic as Akira’s right leg pushed against hers.
"Give a minute! I’ll be fine." Akira gasped and grabbed his leg to forcibly straighten his muscles. Akira shifted his weight slightly, trying to get a better angle to do it.
Big mistake.
The front of his thigh accidentally brushed against Princess Yuki’s butt.
Soft. Warm. Supple.
Akira froze in place.
Princess Yuki also froze.
The temperature inside the space pocket dropped five degrees.
Oh no.
"I-I didn’t an to—!" Akira started, voice strained, panic rising in his throat.
"I-it’s fine!" Princess Yuki squeaked, her tone suddenly ten octaves higher. "D-don’t move!"
"I’m not moving!" Akira hissed back through gritted teeth. "It was just a leg adjustnt!"
"Well adjust your leg sowhere else!!"
"I CAN’T! There’s no ’sowhere else’ in here!!"
A long, terrible pause followed as Akira gritted his teeth and finally succeeded to ease the cramp.
"I’m good... I’m good now" Akira breathed out heavily in relief.
"Kyaaa! That tickles!" Princess Yuki squealed lightly as Akira’s hot breath hit the back of her neck.
"Ah! I’m sorry!"
"Stop talking! Don’t move! Don’t breathe!!" Princess Yuki cried out in a panicked squeak as she urgently reached down deep into the depths of her soul to pull out as much Space Energy as she could.
Apparently the super awkward situation plus her own powerful innate recovery rate was enough for her to unleash the spell needed to open her Space Pocket.
Twenty seconds later, Akira and Princess Yuki stumbled out of the Space Pocket with great relief etched on their faces.
And then both of them froze when they finally took in the scene that was displayed before them.
The Ninth Battalion had been wiped out.
What had once been the most elite formation of magical warriors in the empire was now a graveyard of scorched tal, mangled limbs, and shattered weapons.
The sll of blood hung thick in the air. The marble floor had been cracked open and blackened, seared from the impact of countless energy blasts. Smoke curled lazily from burned corpses still in perfect formation.
They didn’t break even till the very end.
And not a single one had survived.
Princess Yuki’s hands flew to her mouth in horror. Her body began to shake violently as tears began streaming down her face.
It was a terrible, terrible sight that would forever live in both their minds.
And then, Akira saw it.
There, in the middle of the massacre untouched by all the ruin, stood a massive sphere of ice.
Perfectly smooth. Perfectly round. The faint sound of howling wind echoed inside it.
Glowing faintly with layered frost runes, it shimred with a cold, pale blue light that pulsed like a heartbeat.
And inside the sphere... was Princess Sora.
Frozen mid-motion, both arms raised defensively, her eyes closed. Her face was peaceful. Calm, as if she was rely asleep.
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