Arti was lying on the ground, feeling the pain from the spear impaled through him into the ground.
"La...La la la...la...la." Arti began to hum out a tune.
"W-what." Faust looked down in shock.
"That old tune." Malmy looked down, resisting the tears.
"La...la....laaaa." Arti slowly coughed up blood.
"I can't...speak." Arti thought as he slowly began to whistle.
That sound." Iliya looked down in awe.
"You know of it?" The God asked.
"It's an old Betanian tune. It's called Concentio's whistle." Iliya looked on in awe.
"Concentio. The musician?"The God looked down upon the field.
Kotoha fell backward, looking at her blood-stained hands. She looked upon Arti, who was whistling.
"Oh...How I wish I could hear it." Arti said, moving his hand up, grabbing onto the spear.
"He can't invoke a rule?" Jessica asked.
"He could, in theory, yes. But he can only use one rule at a time. He won't be able to do anything protection against the fire also. The bigger the rule is, the harder it is to maintain. There are so many inputs for the rule to go through when it comes to sound. It would destroy him. He would only be able to maintain the rule for five minutes before having to revoke it. Fire protection or cannonball pushes are easier since it's a general thing, but sounds can be so many different things and happen all the time. It would just tire him out." Malmy explained.
"I never knew it had such a drawback," Jessica growled.
"Kotoha, can you hear me?" Arti asked. He let go of the spear, dropping his hand next to himself. Kotoha skated over to him, grabbing his hand.
"Oh, there you are." Arti smiled, bleeding from his mouth.
"You don't have to say anything but form the feel of your hand. You are shaking." Arti said. She simply squeezed his hand.
"You spilled another human's blood with your own hands. You're scared." Arti said. Kotoha just closed her eyes.
"I'm gonna tell you what's going to happen now. You will feel immense guilt for the rest of your life, facing demons around every corner. That is what happens when someone from outside the battlefield kills someone." Arti mumbled. Kotoha's eyes shook.
"Now, I want you to stand up and fight me," Arti said. Kotoha looked at him in awe as he slammed his fist into the ground, moving up, making the spear leave the ground and fall next to him. She looked at him in awe.
"GAH!" Arti coughed out blood.
"Let's do this." Arti slowly placed himself in his combat formation. Kotoha looked at him in awe. Arti's eyes were distant, but he let a big smile spread on his face.
"LET US FIGHT TILL WE ARE CONTENT WITH THE RESULT, AND YOU CAN FACE THOSE DEMONS!" Arti laughed.
"I will make you strong, Kotoha." Arti smiled. Kotoha rolled a bit away from him. He was shaking, and his legs were trembling, but he didn't fall to the ground. He just merely smiled and looked out into nothing.
"It's gonna be a quick fight, Kotoha. I will go all out now and try my best to win." He looked toward her, feeling the vibration in the ground from the wheels.
"I won't be able to hear your screams. The cheers of the crowd, nor the sound of the beautiful breeze, yet you must trust me right now." Arti lowered his guard for a moment as a good amount of blood leaked down on the ground in front of him.
"I will always be listening to you." Arti smiled warmly.
"He isn't?!" Faust looked at him in awe.
"NO, ARTI!" Malmy screamed
"Revoke locked rule. Combat creation." He said as the circle appeared under him, and all of them glowed up, before they all vanished. He glowed a bit as a triangle appeared underneath him. One of them was of a katana, one of them a crossbow, and the last one an armor.
