The woman can't remember how long it has been since she last entertained guests in her room. Her thoughts are in disarray, but she still thinks she should make tea for the guest. She rummages through the cabinets in the kitchen, which she knows very well, and finally finds the tea canister that was right in front of her all along. Wait, the water hasn't boiled yet. Suddenly realizing this, the woman fills the kettle with tap water and puts it on the gas stove, turning on the switch.
From just being chased by a monster, she is now hosting a man with two swords hanging from his waist, the man who rescued her from the monster's clutches. Besides that, she lost one of her high heels and her leather bag has many scratches on it, which is also frustrating her. But more importantly, she had just been attacked by an evil monster, and the young policeman who once protected her from the stalker had died tragically. What should she do from now on?
As she pokes her head out of the kitchen, she looks at the man sitting in the middle of the room. Because of the lighting before, she couldn't see him clearly, but now the man in front of her should be about the same age as her. Although his expression makes him look older than he actually is, he can't be much older than her.
He is wearing a linen-colored coat that she can't tell if it was ever in style, and outside of the coat, he has a triangular breastplate protecting his chest, as well as shoulder armor on his left shoulder. The two swords he took off from his belt are now placed side by side on the low table in front of him, which makes the woman a little afraid.
"Hmm, it's my first time being in the room of a girl my age." The man, who has been lowering his head, looks up to her and shows a bright smile.
His speech is normal, not like someone unusual... If he's a character in a story that fights monsters, shouldn't he be more mysterious? The woman thinks about the young man's appearance during the fight with the monster.
The young man and the monster confront each other, with a long sword handle in his hand that can spew out purple-blue flames. Just now, the young man suddenly pulled up his body with the long sword in his hand, flipped in the air and struck down towards the ground, fully demonstrating the order of strength and weakness between the two.
The monster has already sensed that the enemy is not an ordinary human. It reaches out more than ten tentacles from behind, ready to attack at any time. The young man holds the sword very casually, twisting his wrist and swinging the sword in a very complicated sword dance, like a bored female student flicking her pen in class.
"[Accelerate]." He says, lowering his body.
The next moment, he appears in front of the monster and stabs with his right hand holding the sword, producing a fierce stab.
"Ugh!"
The monster, startled by the sudden appearance of the young man in front of it, reflexively attacks with its tentacles from deep behind its back, aiming at the young man. More than ten tentacles attack at the same point, and they collide together like a drill hitting the ground.
But the young man has disappeared at the moment of the monster's counterattack, and the hilt of the long sword in his hand once again spews out blue flames. Unable to see the young man's movements clearly, he appeared behind the monster and swung his sword again towards the monster's back.
The monster, which had just extended its tentacles to attack, was immediately hit from behind. It let out a scream and staggered forward. Then, he turned his body, and swung out the extended tentacle from his back, forming a sickle. Without hesitation, the young man swings his sword to counterattack the sickle, and the blade clashes with the sickle before he suddenly disappears again, but this time he lands with one foot on the sickle.
The monster shows a surprised expression and swings both of its previously drooping hands, throwing a punch towards the young man standing on its tentacle. The young man lightly dodges his slow punch and, at the same time, slashes down with his long sword. The sword collides with the tentacle that the young man was standing on, creating intense sparks. The slashed tentacle jerks and soon becomes powerless, falling down due to the slash. "Ah, ahh, ahh!"The monster that had never made a decent sound before began to scream in what sounded like a human voice. Its skin, originally as black as a demon, began to crack and split, as if a swarm of bees were frantically moving beneath the surface of a human body.
"Oh my goodness... So this is what they call a 'modified human'," the young man said as he stepped back, sneering at the creature.
The phrase "modified human" struck a chord with the woman, and she started to wonder if the monster in front of her was really one of those urban legends about humans being modified into monsters.
"Brute force technique," the young man suddenly said as he walked forward and grasped the arm of the modified monster. The monster's arm was like it was trapped in a pneumatic clamp, emitting a piercing mechanical sound. It struggled as if in great pain, twisting and writhing in an attempt to get the young man to let go.
The woman had witnessed this scene before, like when she was in middle school and stronger male students liked to bully boys with smaller hands, simply by squeezing their arms until they felt pain. The monster, too, writhed in pain, like a weak boy suffering under the grip of a strong hand. It shook violently, trying to dislodge the young man's grip, but the young man, grinning like one of those boys in middle school, showed no signs of letting go.
This confirmed the woman's suspicion that the fight in front of her was no more challenging for the young man than bullying a child. Oh no, she thought, could the person coming to save her be even more dangerous than the monster...?
Meanwhile, the monster's arm was really as if caught in a pneumatic clamp, emitting the sound of being crushed by machinery and shrinking as a result. Once again, it let out a scream, and this time it seemed to be numb to the pain, regenerating the tentacles on its back before swiftly attacking the young man.
"Oh, and there's this move," the young man said, and immediately sensed the monster's counterattack. He kicked the monster hard with his right foot.
The sound of the monster's skin being crushed and dented by machinery echoed as it left a pit where the foot had landed. At the same time, the arm that was grasped by the young man emitted an even more unpleasant sound, ripped from the creature's torso by the strength of the young man's grip.
Once again, the monster let out a scream as it rolled on the ground in pain, unable to attack the young man with its tentacles. "Oh...fortunately, I tested this move earlier. It's way too brutal," the young man remarked with disgust as he tossed the monster's arm aside onto the floor.
He turned his attention back to the injured monster, and despite tearing off one of its arms by force earlier, it had neither bled nor suffered any noticeable wounds. Instead, black, wriggling machinery began to form a new arm where the gaping wound had been. "Huh, so it has regenerative powers," the young man said.
He brandished his sword, performing a series of complex moves before holding the blade horizontally in front of him. "Now, I'm going all out. Don't go dying on me, okay?" he said.
This caused both the woman and the monster to tremble in fear. Wasn't that already going all out?
Before anyone could react, the young man blinked, and in an instant he was in front of the monster. He swung his sword from side to side, thrusting it forward and then pulling it back, leaving multiple injuries on the monster's body that it hadn't even reacted to.
"Die!" the monster screamed again, swinging its newly regenerated arm forward.
The young man immediately activated the jet at the end of his sword hilt, lifting himself up and landing a kick on the monster's shoulder as it tried to attack him from the front. In mid-air, he thrust his sword downward, using the laws of physics to pierce the monster's back as he fell towards it.
The monster, hit by the force of the young man's fall, crashed onto the ground. The young man hadn't even pulled out the sword from the monster's back yet, before stepping onto the monster's head and jumping back to the spot he had previously stood on.
"Ugh..."The monster raised its head and looked at the young man in front of it. It noticed that the young man had already turned around and charged back towards it, kicking it in the face with a boot wrapped in leather.
"Ow!" The monster cried out like a kicked puppy as the young man landed a powerful kick to its face, causing its head to be kicked upward. The impact even lifted the monster's body off the ground, forcing it to stand upright.
The young man charged towards the monster, with his hands tightly gripping the long sword as he lunged it towards the monster's chest. The sword pierced through the monster's chest, leaving it unable to control its body and causing it to fall onto the sword.
The monster's chest was completely destroyed, and the black hexagonal metallic substance flowing through its body lost its vitality.
Eventually, the young man pushed the monster's body off his sword, watched its lifeless corpse fall to the ground, and witnessed its once-hard body dissolve into nothingness.
The woman who witnessed the whole scene suddenly realized that she had welcomed a dangerous person into her room!
The sound of the kettle caught her attention; she quickly brewed tea in a clumsy manner and came to the young man's side, holding the teacup.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," she said subconsciously, using polite language.
"You don't have to worry about that cyborg. I think he attacked you because he knew you," said the young man suddenly.
The woman looked at the young man's face and found that he was worried about her.
Was he afraid that the monster would attack her again because she was so nervous?
His words made her calm down, and as she thought about it, the cyborg was probably the stalker who was arrested a while ago...
The person who cruelly killed the young police officer and wanted to play with her. She couldn't think of anyone other than the stalker...
"Are you a professional in eliminating cyborgs?" the woman asked.
"Huh? No, not really," the young man smiled at her question and took a sip of tea.
"I just passed by here on foot on my way to Seaside City."
"Seaside City?!" The woman was surprised. Although it was near the city where she lived, it was still quite a distance away.
"Although it's close, it's still crazy to walk all the way there," she exclaimed.
"Well, I have no money, so I can't take any transportation or even afford food and lodging," the young man explained, looking at the woman.
"That's why, could you let me stay here tonight?" he asked.
"Huh?!"
