As everyone moved to the dining hall, which was down the hallway to the left of Xianye's office.
Everyone seated down, Yoru and Haori moved to the kitchen and brought over the breakfast they'd made.
Pan-seared steak, sunny-side up eggs, with a side of roasted potatoes and a small bowl of hot sauce. A meaty, sweet and a sharp tangy smell lingered in the room.
The meal was heavy for breakfast, but good for the members of Squad 8 who had a messy schedule and often skipped meals.
Unfortunately or fortunately, Ryo wasn't one of them. He'd silently heard Raphael censured Xianye for such a thing, because of this, he silently made a note to not skip meals, not only because he didn't want to offend anyone but also because he would prefer to stay healthier too.
After finishing their breakfast, they chugged down the large glass which held almost around 600ml of water.
Finally, they each moved to their own rooms or working areas. Raphael moved back into Xianye's office and began working, Haori moved a floor higher than the first floor and was studying trivial books as she had nothing much to do for the day, Yoru had gone into his room and watched the television or scrolled through his phone, doing trivial activities.
Ryo who had nothing to do for the day, as Xianye had explained that his studies will begin the next day had laid on his bed lethargically after taking a shower.
On the other hand, Xianye had changed his normal attire into a black-shirt underneath a khaki trench coat and black trousers, preparing to move towards the location of his menial job.
Thud.
Xianye swung onto his motorcycle, a sleek, elongated, minimalistic bike colored in red, shaped like a hummingbird's beak.
Tapping on his UII, a loud roaring sound echoed inside the garage before becoming silent and hover over.
Putting on his headgear, he carefully moved his bike out, from between the cars on both of his sides and moved towards the Area of Parameters.
Whir!
As the Area of Parameters moved up, revealing the natural bright light coming from above.
Vroom!
Xianye revved his motorcycle and began driving, starting with a slow pace.
He moved outside the Squad Eight Headquarters and went straight ahead for almost 400 meters before moving east.
With these turns, the speed of his motorcycle had increased and gone up to almost 300 kilometers per hour!
However, during the next turn, to his right again, his speed slowed significantly and turned down to 60 kilometers per hour as civilians and many civilian vehicles began appearing on the streets.
Some seemed to be crossing the road even when there was no signal to move, while some moved towards their workplace.
Xianye couldn't help but be slightly annoyed at people because of such behavior.
'Maybe... Maybe I should introduce even stricter laws on these streets... But then again, the passing of these laws will take around two months... What a shame.' Xianye lampooned at the higher ups, continuing to move forward.
After a few blocks he turned left and came to a stop directly in front of a four-storey apartment building.
Parking his bike in front of the cemented boundary, he removed his headgear and stored it inside the compartment beneath his seat.
"I'm Xianye, Squad Leader of Squad Eight. I'm here for a missing items case that came to us just last night." He introduced himself, adjusting his disheveled hair.
Blip!
The intercom opened, a respectful voice coming from behind it. "Yes, I've been informed of your arrival. Give me just a moment, I'll open the gates."
Creak!
After a second or two, the doors opened. Revealing a stone floor path, leading to a elevator directly ahead.
He sauntered and pressed the button to his right, waiting for the elevator to arrive.
Blink!
The elevator chimed as he went in and pressed the button with the number 3 engraved on it.
Blink!
Arriving on the third floor, he walked into the hallway which divided into an intersection after a few apartments. One led to the stairs, the other to more apartments.
He quickly went past the similar looking doors and stopped next to apartment 306. From there, he turned left and stopped in front of apartment 309.
Knock! Knock! Knock! He sighed and knocked on the door thrice, gently.
He quietly stood there, awaiting for a response while pulling out his phone and checking the time.
It was 09:42 in the morning, the day being Wednesday, the month being April, and the year being, 350, The Third's Frame.
Clack!
He put his phone back into his pocket as the door slowly opened.
A slender dark-skinned woman with a slim face, wearing a green tee and black trackpants.
She appeared fidgety, her body trembling faintly and her eyes twitched from time-to-time.
The woman was around 25 years old, 2 and 5 years older than Xianye and Ryo respectively.
Xianye eased his demeanor and politely asked, "Are you the one who'd filed a lost items search?"
"Yes!" The woman immediately replied and added, "Would you like to come inside first?"
"Sure." He left the door open and walked inside, sitting on the cotton sofa in front, he leaned forward and asked the woman, who sat to his left.
"Might I ask what went missing? And have necessary details about this? So I can investigate and find you your item!"
'It seems like a standard missing items case, alright.' Xianye faked a gentle smile.
The woman's tenses did not ease as she began her debrief.
In a world where technology has reached unforeseen, and unimaginable heights, who or what can upend the stakes in the age-long war between the Resistance and the Fragmented Army?
After his long wait, Ryo finally finds himself in the midst of war, not as a bystander, but as an active participant, as he uncovers secrets deeply buried beneath the veil of history. At the same time, he becomes more efficient with his powers, steadily gaining strength so as not to fall behind in this dreaded conflict.
Follow his journey as he traverses both the light and the shadows cast by the world itself, armed with his own unique Impulse and Genesis, abilities all soldiers possess, but none wielding quite like him.
History is written by victors, But what if someone else was writing the events all along? Or worse, what if the victor was already chosen before it all began?
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