Don't Let Them Grow (Extinct Their Growth) - Blighted

Chapter 5: Good Job.

Warning: These Chapters will or may contain depictions of violence, strong language and adultery that may not be suitable for some readers.

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Ken slow got up on feet.

Syria and Cyan looked at him with worried eyes.

To calm them he weakly told them, "I'm fine", While clutching the back of his head.

"Are you sure?", Cyan asked his seemly injured friend.

"Yeah, I'm alright, I promise", He insisted.

Ken looked up at the checkered ceiling, which was where he fell. What he saw surprised him a little.

The once frightening Akumas were hanging dead from the large crack.

Ken pointed upwards, at the crack.

"Ho?-", Because Ken could finish asking both Syria and Cyan; Syria answered his question.

As quick as Ken up his mouth, she said, "Zen,.. he handled them".

After Ken heard the news he said, "Oh.. kay".

Ken didn't let out want he was truly feeling to his allies. He was hurt. Not hurt by the fall, but from the heart; emotionally.

He felt..

"He did a great job taking out all of them. How did he do it?", Ken asked Syria.

Syria got up from her knees and said, "He took the self defense class that.. almost everyone skipped out on.".

"Also his father was a ex mercenary. I think he got training from his as well.", She told him.

..Pathetic.

"(Too bad my father was just a accountant.)", He said to himself.

"Are alright for real. You fell from quite a height and you were bleeding from your head", Syria explained to him with a very worried expression on her face.

Ken turned his vision towards were he once was laying. He saw a splash of blood laying there.

"Bleeding?..", He asked.

"Yeah", Syria said.

Ken was confused about the situation at hand.

His past memory of flow into his present vision. When he died, but came back with all his limbs and his wounds were fully healed.

To calm the situation he said, "I.. I don't know. Maybe that ain't.. my blood".

"..Then.. just let me check if there are any injures. Can you allow me to do that?", She asked.

He rolling back and forth his shoulders and told Syria, "*Sigh*.. Sure".

The grim look on his face turned into a happy smile.

"(I guess I should have taken those classes too.)", Ken told himself.

Syria looked at the back of Ken's head. The lady shined a small flashlight at head. She pushed all his dark hair aside to expose his flesh.

She saw that there were no injures or even anything scratches.

"(That's.. usual. He would have at least have a one or two scratches, maybe five)", She said in her head.

Syria putted the small flashlight in her top pocket.

"Your alright. Surprisingly!", She told him.

"Huh?", He slowly nodded his head.