Bent Fate (An Arknights Fanfiction)

Chapter 86

From the deck, Dobermann and more than a dozen personnel cast their gazes at the Higashian city, where came a thunderous explosion.

None of them were so sure as to what caused the sound, but the effect of that boom is definite.

"That must be Mister Zero's sub..." she whispers.

The instructor suddenly spins, facing two aircrafts that have long had their propellers active, ready to take them to the air.

"COMMENCE THE OPERATION!!"— she ordered. — "Amiya! You're clear!"

"ROGER!!" the cautus yelled back with a determined look towards the instructor.

She goes inside the aircraft where all of her squadmates assigned to be there have secured themselves on their seats.

The two ospreys lifted up, with the second moving ahead of the first, and remains behind the former's tail.

Inside the latter, the operators held on to whatever they could that is within their arm's reach.

The aircrafts were tilting while moving at high speeds, causing such precautionary actions from them.

Of them all, Amiya remains stoic. The drag pushes her to the side, but a big man has his hand ready, catching her and putting her back upright.

"You're fine." he assures the girl.

She nods and smiles briefly.

"Amiya... Instructor Dobermann sure saw the right signal..?" one operator asked from across the fuselage, his voice failing to hide his anxiety.

Amiya takes a while to speak up and answer, "I'm sure. Most of Nansei's guns should be offline by now, if BlueWing got the correct target."

All their mouths parted.

The old oni slowly moved towards the balcony, his guards doubtful of whether to move themselves out of his way.

Still, he wordlessly insists, giving their bodies a light push. It's all it took to set them aside.

He kept trudging until his trembling hands gripped the handrails, his eyes gazing at an enormous hole several blocks away.

He, the guards, and their guests all had their eyes outside, on this.

"Was this... Reunion...?" he stuttered, his voice as shaky as his limbs. ".... How?"

Like their daimyo, the samurais surrounding the two guests turned to them for answers.

Yet not Zero nor Kal'tsit spoke.

Zero also turned his head in Kal'tsit's direction, but the later kept a stone cold gaze at the shell shocked man.

"Your Highness, didn't the two of them— just now threatened us?!" one of the guards reiterated.

Zero faces him with his palms up. "Now no, you won't just pin the blame on whoever's in the room."—

"NO MORE OF YOUR STUPID ATTEMPTS!" the samurai growled, brandishing his naginata to the front, a gesture that the others followed with their own weapons.

Mont3r rushes up into the air, its origins unknown to the soldiers.

They frowned, stepped back, as it hissed, the top barely hitting the lamps at the ceiling.

"Mont3r." Kal'tsit calmly called, yet her tone is with supreme authority.

Mont3r shrinks in size, a little, as some parts of it's stone body flapped back down.